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She stood on the front step, hesitating for a moment before knocking lightly on the door. Vance had told her to be prompt; that he had a surprise for her. His instructions from the night before were very specific and thorough. He had explained them on their nightly phone call and sent her a checklist that she had returned to him completed just before leaving for his place. Vance’s seriousness hadn’t left much room for her normal, playful brat banter, either. It was not unusual to receive instructions. It WAS unusual for him to not give any hint of the upcoming adventure.

But she followed them to the letter. Her morning shower included a complete scrub and shave, removing every hair on her legs and pussy. She had cleaned her ass thoroughly and had nothing but water since their phone call. She had done her make-up with dark smokey eyes and a deep purple lip stain despite it being early in the afternoon on a suburban Saturday. She had found her oldest clothes that were still sexy: a purple crop top and black pleated skirt that had been too short even before her hips and butt had filled in to maturity. No underwear or bra. No shoes. She had also put in her medium butt plug, lubing the stainless head and her asshole, slowly sliding the plug into herself before leaving to drive over. She had turned the air conditioning on high, also as instructed, until her skin was icy and her nipples poked through the fabric of her crop top. All in all, she was turned on and dripping just from the preparations and had not touched herself for release all morning, even though she had desperately wanted to. All per his checklist.

The door opened and music drifted out from the living room speakers. One of her favorites. He gave her his best lop-sided grin.

“Thought you might chicken out on me.”

“You wish. I want to know what you’re up to.”

“You’ll see,” he said, still smiling as he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside gently by her hand.

They came into the living room, which looked different, but she couldn’t place why, and he brought her to a stop with his hands on her shoulders, facing her. His hands moved down to tweak her nipples sharply and she gasped, coming up on her toes slightly. He let go, letting his hands move down to her waist, feeling the curves of her body. He grabbed her hips and pulled her in close to him.

Bending down to whisper in her ear, “You remember that fantasy we talked about? The one where I watch you get fucked?”

Her eyes widened, looking at him questioningly. They were the only ones there, “Yeah. I figured we could do that at some point. Just have to figure out the logistics.”

“You’re still into that idea then?” he asked, his fingers moving further down, under her skirt, and his fingers running up the inside of her thigh to stroke her velvet softness.

She whispered back, running her hand over the front of his jeans where she found how turned on he was as well and getting excited to pounce him, “Yeah! I want you to watch me get ravaged by another man. Maybe two,” she continued, thinking to start dirty talk, describing the fantasy they had been talking about a week or two before.

“I was thinking five,” he said and pulled away from her, turning her around.

Five men in masks that covered their faces except their eyes were standing in the entranceway. She hadn’t heard any of them come in.

His arms were wrapped around her from behind as he lifted the front of her skirt to show the newcomers her freshly shaved pussy, stroking her mons and down across the outside of her slit that glistened with barely suppressed desire.

He said quietly in her ear, “I’ve already vetted them. Clean tests. We can do this right now if you’re in.”

He continued to fondle her as the men watched from the door into the living room, lifting up the edge of her shirt to show off her underboob, then gripping her tits, giving the men a show of her body, teasing them with what they might get to have with her say-so.

She knew what she wanted. “I’m so in,” she whispered back.

She could hear the evil smile in his voice as he said, “Good.”

Louder, he began to ask a series of questions loud enough for the other men to hear and she responded just as firmly.

“Do you agree to let each of these men touch you, grope you, fondle you, and fuck you to within an inch of your life?”

“Yes.”

“Do you agree that these men can spank, slap, tie you up and use you how they want to today?”

“Yes.”

“Do you agree that you are willing to do this of your own volition and you do not feel coerced or forced in any way?:

“Yes.”

“State your safe word clearly.”

“Blankie.”

“This scene will stop and end immediately as soon as you say that word. It will not end if you say no, no more, don’t, stop, or anything similar except for your safe word. Do you agree?”

“Yes,” she smiled with her final agreement, ready for what was to come.

With that, Vance ran his hand up her back and under her long hair and grabbed her by the hair at the base of her neck, tangling his fingers in it as he pulled her head back.

“You are going to be my good escort etiler girl and take care of all of my friends, aren’t you? They came all this way just to fuck your whore pussy.”

She looked up at him and, unable to nod with his near painful grip in her hair, she said “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” he said with a grin, releasing his grip and pushing her roughly towards the masked group of men, “Show me what a good girl you are.”

She felt hands on her. Everywhere. It was impossible that five men had so many hands, pulling her in different directions. Hands snuck up under her shirt and her skirt. Fingers began pinching her nipples as her tits were groped and fondled. She gasped as she felt a finger stroke her slick slit, probing for her clit as yet other hands began to rip her clothing away. And it did rip from the sheer force of their desire.

Her shirt gave first and the fabric came away from her body, the pressure of the fabric cutting into her skin before tearing. Words came from all sides:

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Cunt.”

“We’re going to fuck you stupid.”

“Sluts don’t deserve clothes.”

Telling her what they were going to do to her and use her body for, fingers from different hands were inside her pussy, circles traced inside across her G-spot, teasing her and feeling her dripping cunt. Her head came back as she moaned and sighed to the sensations. She felt someone behind her find the jewel of the butt plug, tapping it and sending light vibrations through her. The tips of fingers slid under the rim of the jewel, lightly pulling the plug slightly out and pushing back in; in rhythm with the fingers stretching her wet cunt. Hands were moved from between her legs to shove fingers coated in her slickness into her mouth to clean. She stroked the fingers with her tongue as they were pressed into her mouth. Her lips and tongue and teeth cleaned the fingers, making promises of what she could do to other members. Her skirt was soon ripped away, the thin denim giving way, coming apart in pieces. Her only covering now was the hands that hungrily touched her. She had other fingers inside her wet pussy now, rubbing her inside and she started panting, light moans coming out. She gasped as others caressed her nakedness, slapping lightly at her tits, making them bounce, her ass, making her jump and move further into the hands that continued to slap and pinch and fondle her.

She looked over at Vance as she writhed with pleasure. He was watching her, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at her, naked and helpless amongst the fully clothed men. She smiled back at him through her moans and gasps as she was pleasured from all sides and she reached out her hands to either side, finding the nearest firm bulges, rubbing her hands over the barely contained hard ons. She locked her eyes on Vance as she stroked, grinning wider as she heard their moans in response and he winked as if to say, “All for you.” His grin widened. Pleased that she was enjoying her surprise. She licked her lips as she quirked another quick smile in return as hands on her shoulders pressed her firmly down to her knees.

She heard belts coming undone and pant flies unzipping as she focused on the man in front of her, undoing the belt and unzipping the man’s jeans. From her knees, they all towered over her, enclosing her in a circle as she looked up from under her thick black eyelashes. Cocks of varying lengths and thicknesses surrounded her, pressing towards her for attention. Two men grabbed each of her wrists, moving her hands to grab their cocks on either side of her. The man in front of her grabbed her head between his hands and pulled her face towards his cock. She pretended to keep her mouth closed, like she didn’t want it. She curled her lips in and around her teeth as though her lips were sealed. Keeping one hand locked in her hair, he pinched her nose closed as the men beside her continued to move her hands up and down their shafts, her hands feeling the heat from their hardness. She held her breath as he pressed his cock against her closed mouth. Seconds ticked by and she still refused to open. He released the other side of her head and slapped her across the face. She continued to hold her mouth shut, but she was quickly running out of breath. He slapped her again, harder, making her ear ring slightly, but still she kept her mouth shut, a small smile on her lips as she looked up at him defiantly.

“I am going to cover your slutty face with my cum and wipe that smirk off your face,” he said, each word punctuated with another slap, his other hand still pinching her nose closed. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Her air escaped her in a loud sigh as she tried to inhale quickly and close her mouth again, but not fast enough. Instead of air, a dick plunged into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head, holding her all the way down on his shaft embedded in her throat as she tried to gasp for air around his thickness, failing and struggling for air. He began to plunge his cock in and out of her mouth, her hands held out to either side still stroking two other cocks.

“When escort beyoğlu I say open your mouth, you open it. Now, take my fucking cock, bitch.”

Sharp cries and moans came from her as she breathed heavily through her nose whenever her throat wasn’t full of his thick length. She began twirling her tongue around the shaft in her mouth as he pushed in, pressing his length against the roof of her mouth as she sucked lightly, gripping his rod with her lips as he pulled out, repeating with each stroke he made. He entwined his fingers further in her hair and pulled her head back off of him, arching her so that her tits were facing up. Hands continued to grope her body, pushing fingers inside her, nipples being sucked and twisted as they rotated around her, devouring her. The man behind her began to fuck her face, as she was held arched back by her hair. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering, but she did not struggle to make it stop. The thrusts came faster, the man fucking her face grunting with effort, panting as he got close. He grabbed the sides of her head, holding her still as he sank his cock deep down her throat and moaned as he emptied his cum into her. Finished, he released her roughly pushing her back upright.

The man in front of her pulled an open mouth gag out of his back pocket, his throbbing cock jumping in front of her with his quickened pulse from seeing her face used as a personal fuck toy.

“Open your whore mouth.”

She complied immediately this time, her head pulled backwards by the nape of her neck, her tits heaving up and down with her panting breaths from exertion. He placed the gag between her teeth to hold her mouth open as wide as it would go, fastening around the back of her head. Her tongue flicked out the steel hole, wetting her open lips. Four of the men grabbed each of her limbs and carried her like baggage to the coffee table. Now she could see what was different from earlier. A large lazy susan style topper had been added to the familiar coffee table. They placed her on her knees on the topper and one man grabbed her head and shoved it down so her ass was up in the air, the jewel of her butt plug still glittering from the wetness dripping from her pussy. Her face with her spaced open mouth was hanging off the edge of the table.

The men holding her wrists pulled her arms down and backwards, matching each wrist to an ankle already held by one of the other men. The fifth man not holding her tied each wrist to her ankles and forced her ankles apart, spreading her cunt wide for the room to see.

She saw Vance join the group surrounding her, a blindfold in hand. He knelt down next to her head that she turned to face him.

“We are going to play a little game of spin the slut. Each of us, including me this time, will take turns spinning you. Wherever your dirty holes are faced when you stop spinning, that is who will fuck you next until we all dump our cum in your whore mouth and slutty-ass pussy. We may even take out that plug and fuck your tight little ass.” Her eyes opened wide with eagerness to be used, to be fucked.

“I am going to blindfold you so you won’t know who is using your body for their personal cum dumpster. And you won’t know who’s cock is shoved up your pussy. Or your mouth. Or your ass. Whichever comes first.” He smiled with a mischievous glint at her, kissing her forehead as she wriggled in excitement. He tied the blindfold over her eyes gently, caressing the side of her face, and whispered “I love you,” pressing a piece of cloth in her hand to drop for her safe word since she could no longer speak clearly. Then, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck and straining the bonds of her tied wrists and ankles, the ropes held and strained against her skin. He popped her cheek with an open-handed slap, spitting into her open mouth.

“Let’s begin.”

She felt the spinner move under her, back to her left slightly before spinning her clockwise. Blindfolded, she had no concept of where she was facing. The air was cool on her skin as she trembled with anticipation and desire. The men’s voices over her head were of conversation not related to her, ignoring her. Trussed as she was, she felt like a fixture for their use, not a being. She trembled more, feeling as though she was vibrating with her own need for orgasm.

The spinner slowed to a halt and so did the conversation. She was quivering, moaning and begging through her gag. She felt strong fingers grip her hair, lifting her head up, at the same time as her hips were grabbed firmly from behind, positioning her ass. It was as though they had timed it. Cocks entered her mouth and drove deep into her pussy at the same time. She felt like they were going to meet in her middle. She couldn’t breathe for the cock shoved down her throat. She choked as she heard a growl from the man behind her as her body convulsed and her cunt tightened on his cock from gagging on the throbbing dick in her throat. They both started to fuck her: one her face, the other her pussy. They thrust their cocks deep into her in rhythm, simultaneously. Long, escort ortaköy slow thrusts in and out of her. Her whimpering cries were barely audible. The man behind her began to spank her ass as he fucked her, slow light pops leading to a flurry of blows on her ass. She could feel it warming and becoming hot. She hoped it would bruise.

The others kept up the verbal onslaught telling her what a dirty whore she was. How they couldn’t wait to use her next and fill her with their cocks. She started rocking her body back and forth, meeting each cock and taking the full lengths of their shafts deep into her pussy and mouth. She massaged the cock in her mouth with her tongue as he fucked her face, gagging her repeatedly with each thrust. The butt plug made everything tighter, making her airtight. The man behind her began to pant, ramming his dick faster into her pussy, more erratic in his tempo as he got close, ceasing the spanking and instead digging his fingers into her hips as he pulled her back to slam into her harder. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her.

The man behind her came first, pumping his load deep inside of her as he let out a guttural moan. Her muffled cry elicited laughs from the watching men since her mouth was still full of another cock. His thrusting subsided and the man fucking her mouth grabbed her head in both hands to hold her still, to use her mouth to pleasure himself.

“I’m going to cum. Take it all, slut. Drink it.”

His seed spewed into her mouth as he held her face. She swallowed all of it as she felt cum begin to drip out of her pussy. Neither cock had felt like Vance’s, and neither had sounded like him. She had gotten close but still had not orgasmed. Someone spun the topper again and all she could do was continue to tremble and moan through the open mouth gag.

She came to a stop again, and as before, the next two pulsing cocks thrust into her mouth and pussy at the same time. These cocks were thicker and the one in her mouth barely fit through the spacer to reach the inside of her mouth. As they fucked her, she heard a vibrating noise start and come closer to her. She felt the head of the hitachi touch one nipple, then the other, then back as she was held up by her hair, mouth being pumped full of cock, pussy just as stuffed. The wand was moved down her body. She wanted it on her clit. She wanted more cock. She wanted to cum. She writhed in her bonds trying to shift herself into the hitachi. It was pulled away. She could still hear it, but it was no longer touching her. She tried to beg for it around the cock in her mouth.

“I think the little slut wants to cum,” said one of the men. They laughed as two of them continued to fuck her. She was so close. On the edge of orgasm. She could feel it building in her core, waves of pleasure waiting to take her away. The man fucking her mouth made no sound, but he held the back of her head with her face buried in his crotch as unloaded his cum in to her mouth, too. She swallowed again, drinking his semen to keep from choking further. Saliva and cum dripped out of her wide open mouth, over her chin and forming a small puddle on the floor.

“I want to fuck her ass,” said the man behind her. She felt him pulling on the butt plug as he continued to thrust deep into her pussy from behind, wet from her own desire and the first man’s load. He slowly pulled it out and her cries were more audible as it popped out. He pulled out of her pussy, and in one smooth motion shoved his cock into her ass. Another set of hands grabbed her head and another new cock was in her mouth, fucking her face as she heard the vibrating wand move closer again. Her ass now full of cock, her mouth being pumped by another dick, and her pussy full of cum, she was delirious with how close she was.

The wand pressed against the inside of her thigh as the man fucking her ass reached around her and grabbed her tits hard, using them to pull her back on to his cock, buried in her ass, pumping in and out. She felt the wand move up her inner thigh and rest on top of her mons. It was so close. She tried to wriggle her hips to situate the vibrator on her, but a hard spank to her ass with a “Be still, whore, so I can fuck you good. Otherwise I’ll stop,” caused her to try to keep herself as still as possible as her body was used. She did not want him to stop. The man wielding the vibrator continued to tease, getting close to where she desperately wanted the wand to touch. Her mouth was still gaping and filled with cock and high pitched moans punctuated each thrust from behind.

She felt fingers separating her labia and shifting the clit hood up and finally the vibrating head of the wand was directly on her clit. The effect was immediate. A wailing scream erupted around the cock deep in her mouth as the waves of pleasure crashed down on her. The man fucking her ass gasped as her muscles clenched around him as she convulsed with tremors of pleasure resonating through her body as she continued to scream and buck. He grunted as he continued to thrust even more erratically into her as she trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure wracking her body. The man behind her dug nails into her hips, slamming into her one final time as, grunting in orgasmic bliss, he emptied his seed into her ass. She felt more hot cum pouring down her throat as the man in front of her arched down, digging his fingers into her tits as he made smaller thrusts into her mouth, continuing to pump cum into her.

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Matt and Ellie McArthur were deeply in love, but after 8 years of marriage, sex had become rather routine and mundane. Matt and Ellie had fucked like rabbits while in college and had continued to have great sex after their marriage. Now the spark was beginning to go out.

Ellie decided they needed to talk about it. At first, Matt was reluctant, but he soon came around. Matt finally accepted and agreed that their sex life was on the wane and they needed to relight the fire. But what to do, that was the question.

Ellie warily suggested they have sex with others. Matt was not so hot on the idea of Ellie fucking other guys and Ellie agreed she was not hot on Matt having sex with other women. What to do was not only a question, it was a problem.

One day at work Matt brought the subject up with his best friend Oliver Connors. At first, Oliver protested that he could not believe that having sex with Ellie could ever become routine and mundane. He had secretly wanted to fuck Ellie for years.

But Matt pressed Oliver on whether sex had gotten routine with him and his wife Suzy. Finally, Oliver had to admit, that as much as he loved fucking Suzy, things were sometimes not the same. Seemed both couples shared the same dilemma.

Neither Matt nor Oliver seemed to have the answer.

Ellie had begun researching what couples do when the sexual fires began to go out. She was surprised on the amount of information that was available on the internet.

Then one day at work. Oliver made a shocking admission to Matt. Oliver divulged that he and Suzy were both bisexual but had not been very bisexually active since they were married.

To say Matt was stunned would be a gross understatement. Yet in the past, Matt had experienced some fantasies about seeing Ellie with another woman, but never had the nerve to mention it to Ellie.

That evening Matt related Oliver’s admission to Ellie. Ellie was just as stunned and shocked as Matt had been. Yet in the past, Ellie had harbored fantasies of seeing Matt with another man, but never had the nerve to broach the idea with Matt.

Neither Matt or Ellie, were aware of or ever considered their secretly held fantasies.

That night, as the cuddled in bed, they began talking about how shocked they to find out the Connors were bisexual or had been bisexually active prior to their marriage.

The conversation had gotten both Matt and Ellie excited and they had the best sex in a long time. The fact the conversation about the bisexuality of their close friends had gotten them both hot was not lost on Matt and Ellie.

Mat and Ellie continued to take their talk of Oliver’s and Suzy’s bisexuality to bed with them and they would have gratifying sex. One night Ellie admitted she had fantasies of watching Matt with another man. This prompted Matt to reveal he had escort çapa fantasies of watching Ellie with another woman.

Matt asked, “What would you like to see?”

Ellie replied, “I would love to see you suck another guy’s cock and watch him suck yours.

Ellie then asked, “What would you like to see?”

“I would love to see you in a 69 with another woman eating each other out,” Matt replied.

The talk culminated with Matt and Ellie in a 69. Ellie sucking Matt’s cock and Matt eating Ellie’s pussy till they each reached awesome orgasms. They remained horned up and had their best fuck session since college.

After this round of great, sex pillow talk continued. Ellie mused, “If just talking about our fantasies gets us so horned up, what do you think would happen if we acted on our fantasies?” Matt replied, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Nothing further was said and each fell into a restful sleep. The next morning over breakfast Matt said, “I think I will have a talk with Oliver today. Ellie just smiled.

Matt had a difficult time broaching the subject with Oliver, but over lunch managed to ask, “Were you serious about you and Suzy being bisexual?”

Oliver was slow to respond, but managed to finally say, “Yes.”

“This is difficult for me to say, but I told Ellie about you and Suzy, and we found out we had secretly had fantasies of seeing each other in a bisexual situation,” Matt said.

Laughingly Oliver asked, “So Ellie would like to see you sucking cock?”

“Yes, and I would like to see her munching some cunt,” Matt replied.

“Well partner you have come to the right place. Suzy and I have been discussing restarting out bisexual activity to spice things up.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” Matt asked.

“Not only would I love for you to suck me off, I would love to return the favor,” Oliver replied.

“And do you think Suzy would like Ellie going down on her?” Matt asked.

“Hell yes,” came Oliver’s reply.

“Then we need to make it happen,” Matt said.

“Oh yeah, and buddy you have my cock rock hard right now, I need relief,” Oliver said.

“Let’s get back to work and come to my office,” Matt said.

Once in his office Matt waited nervously as he anticipated sucking his first cock. He squeaked out, “Come In,” when he heard the knock on his door. Oliver entered and closed the door and locked it.

Matt’s eyes were fixated as he saw Oliver removing his hard cock. It was thick and cut. Oliver smiled when he saw the mesmerized look on Matt’s face. His cock had remained hard during their return from lunch. It was aching for relief.

Matt rose and came from behind his desk and dropped to his knees in front of Oliver.

Oliver placed his hands on Matt’s head and pulled it toward escort fındıkzade his pulsating cock. Matt started to speak but his mouth was quickly filled with Oliver’s cock. Matt’s warm wet mouth enveloping his cock caused Oliver to swoon and go weak in the knees.

Oliver’s hot hard and throbbing cock felt so good in Matt’s mouth. Oliver, used his hands to work Matt’s head back and forth on his cock. Matt tried to emulate what Ellie did when she sucked his cock. He applied suction as the cock was going in and out of his mouth.

“Oh, Matt that feels so good, are you sure you have never sucked cock before,” Oliver said.

When Oliver’s cock hit the entrance to his throat, Matt would gag a little. Oliver sensed this and made sure he did not go too deep.

Matt was thoroughly enjoying sucking Oliver’s cock, but was not prepared for Oliver’s sudden orgasm and explosion of cum in his mouth coating his tonsils.

He started to gag and choke, but quickly began swallowing the cum to alleviate the situation. The cum was very warm, thick and bittersweet. Not at all unpleasant. Matt realized he actually like the taste.

As Oliver removed his deflating cock from Matt’s mouth, he began to apologize for cumming so fast. “Sorry buddy I was so horned up from the anticipation of you sucking me, I couldn’t hold it back,” he said. “No problem,” Matt said.

Matt expected that Oliver would now suck him but Oliver began talking about a sexual tryst with Ellie and Suzy.

“I can’t wait to fuck Ellie,” said Oliver.

“Now wait a minute, that was not part of the deal. The deal was for you and I to suck each other and Ellie and Suzy eating each other. Nothing was said about you fucking Ellie” Matt replied.

“Aw come Matt surely you won’t deprive me of fucking that hot wife of yours. I’m sure you would love fucking Suzy. Sometimes a good swap can really spice things up,” Oliver said.

“The spice Ellie and I were looking for was seeing each other engaged in bisexual activity,” Matt responded.

But in the back of Matt’s mind was a vision of seeing Oliver pounding Ellie’s pussy. This vision caused his cock to harden. Something he had not expected.

Matt invited Oliver and Suzy for cocktails and dinner for that Saturday night. Oliver readily accepted. As much as he wanted Matt to suck him, Oliver had the vision of fucking Ellie in the back of his mind.

Oliver and Suzy showed up right on time. Both Matt and Ellie were taken how hot and sexy Suzy looked. Suzy shocked and stunned Ellie by kissing her hard on the mouth. Matt’s cock lurched and began to harden.

Ellie went weak in the knees and accepted Suzy’s probing tongue in her mouth. So much for preliminaries thought Matt.

“While Suzy is doing Ellie, how about sucking my cock,” escort eyüp said Oliver. Matt was so engrossed in watching Suzy seduce his wife, he was not aware Oliver had removed his cock and was sporting a boner.

Oliver placed his hands on Matt’s head and pushed him to his knees. Matt’s eyes were now fixated on the hard cock being presented to his mouth. Ellie and Suzy broke their kiss only to see Oliver insert his cock into Matt’s mouth. Ellie swooned.

“Like what you see?” Asked Suzy. Ellie could only udder, “Oh yes.

For the second time Matt was sucking off Oliver. He was trying to use all the techniques used by Ellie when she sucked him. Oliver just relaxed and let Matt suck away.

Ellie saw the look of pleasure on Oliver’s face as Matt sucked him. It made her pussy very wet.

Suzy began undressing Ellie as she was watching, in awe Matt sucking Oliver. When Ellie’s tits came into view, Suzy lower her head and began suckling a very hard nipple. All the while Suzy was lowering Ellie’s panties.

Ellie began to shudder and shake as Suzy continued to suckle her nip while fingering her wet pussy. When Suzy contacted Ellie’s clit, a thrill ran through Ellie’s whole body. The poor girl collapsed on the floor. Suzy dove between Ellie’s legs and began licking up and down the folds of Ellie’s sweet pussy. Suzy took Ellie’s clit between her lips and began sucking it like a small cock. A huge orgasm overtook Ellie and she shrieked out “Oh my God!”

“Time for you eat my pussy” Suzy said. He immediately began undressing. Once totally nude, Suzy lay down and spread her legs, and said, “Get to eating girl.”

With the thrill of her orgasm waning, Ellie viewed Suzy’s shaved pussy and began to salivate. Not wasting any time, she dropped down and thrust out her tongue making contact with Suzy’s protruding clit causing Suzy to jerk. Working her tongue up and down Suzy’s pussy lips, Ellie began entry. She could taste the semi-sweet secretions emanating from Suzy’s sweet cunt.

Meanwhile Oliver was viewing Ellie going down on Suzy and saw her fine ass sticking up in the air. This was too good of an opportunity to miss. He withdrew his cock from Matt’s mouth. Getting into position, he drove his cock, in a single thrust, deep in Ellie’s cunt Causing Ellie to let out a loud scream. Oliver immediately began pounding Ellie’s tight pussy While Ellie returned to eating out Suzy. Suzy was moaning, as Matt sat in stunned silence, while slowly stroking his cock.

Damn, what a great pussy, Oliver thought. Damn, for a newbie she sure eats pussy great, thought Suzy. Meanwhile Matt sat by himself jerking off while taking in the view.

Matt had an epiphany and decided to face fuck Suzy. Presenting his cock to Suzy’s lips Matt experienced a premature ejaculation and coated Suzy’s face, and lips with a hot load of cum. Suzy murmured and smiled.

Oliver deposited a hot load of cum deep in Ellie’s pussy sending her over the edge. The orgasm she experienced was mind shattering.

Later that night, in bed, Ellie and Matt realized their sexual fires had been relit and had their best fuck in a really long time. All was good

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The Stepsister And The Gang.

This story is fiction and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but everyone is 18+ at the time the story happens. Issues such as STDs and family planning are considered outside of the narrative.

This is a One Off story…

There is an intro, ‘Who Am I?’ and a concluding ‘For those who like closure.’ But you can skip those if you are in a hurry.

Who Am I?

Hi my name is Opal, red head, five foot seven, C-cup and good figure. I thought you might want to know you load of pervs. 😊

I live with my mother and stepdad along with my younger stepbrother. Well, I say ‘live’, I am at University, just finished my fourth year of a five year dentistry degree. As it is the summer holidays I am at home and my younger brother has finished his exams that will enable him to get into University to do some sort of engineering. Ok, so much easier to get into that Dentistry and I am being a bit snobby.

Our family is a bit odd, but I know now it was a sort of swapping gone wrong, or right. I was about ten when I sensed something was off between my parents and my dad started sleeping in the guest room. Then, all of a sudden, my mother takes me to live with another man and his son, leaving my older brother with my dad. The man’s wife, and her two young daughters moved in with my dad. There was some legal stuff I didn’t understand at the time, but I was soon told to tell my mum’s new partner dad. I know today the men would move, but then mortgages (house loans) tended to be in the man’s name.

Visits to my grandparents became odd, as either mum, or dad, would take me and my real brother to their parents, but on their own. The respective grandparents were pleased to see us but a bit cold towards mum or dad.

My new, younger brother was not pleased that he had gone from eldest child to youngest and felt he had a grudge. But eventually we got along alright, even if we played the “well it’s not as if you are my real brother/sister card” far too often.

So, I was twenty-two, home but unattached and going around my old haunts I hardly found anyone who I knew, and those who I did, were attached. University was almost as bad as most of the men I knew had finished their courses, or were fellow dentists who I either didn’t fancy, or had had my fill of (Dental sex jokes include a lot of drill and fill type puns including Ben Dover and Phil McAvity). And don’t start me on the stuck-up medical students.

So, I was in a dry spell and living in a house with a horny eighteen old with a bit of an old grudge, who was probably inept and immature. When I went to University, he got permission to swap my bigger room for his smaller one, meaning he had two single beds. I had convinced my mum to get a second one so that I could have friends sleep over.

My stepdad might have been an interesting fling, but I love my mum and wouldn’t hit on him. However, I am not sure he wouldn’t try it on me from the looks he has given me in the last few years, especially if I was wearing a bikini.

Now, this all happened around late the nineteen eighties and although we had tv’s in our rooms, the only VHS player was in the lounge. Ok, I had my own one which I kept hidden in my room for special purposes.

—-

The Stepsister and the Gang

It was a Tuesday just after lunch and both mum and dad were not expected to be back until six, but mum would expect me to have got the evening meal ready and had told me what to cook, so I needed to get it started by four. I had left the house in the morning because Paul and his friends over, ‘his gang’ who I knew over the years, as they were celebrating their exam results. I had gone out to get away from the noise and I suspected their drinking. However, after a lonely lunch at a café I crept home as I was at a loose end.

As I expected, his friends were still there and I could hear them before I even opened the front door, so I decided to keep quiet and at least get to my room without them noticing. I thought, Possibly I’ll put on some LP’s and listen with my headphones and do some reading.

As I crept up the stairs, I head snatches of conversation, mostly sounding like Rob… “look at them bounce” … “blimey, two at once” … “he’s massive” … “hear her scream”. OK, I had slowed right down, listening in and as well as the voices I could clearly hear the groans of sex, underlaid by cheap jazz music. I thought. They must have ‘borrowed’ the VCR from downstairs and be watching porn as this wasn’t daytime TV.

I crept to where I could just see into the room and could see on the screen a woman being, not to put a finer point on it, banged, by at least three men and they at least seemed to be enjoying it. I started to cup my breast and pussy as my mind responded to the images, noises and illicit snooping on Paul and his friends, and I am sure they had their cocks out. The air smelt like it.

Suddenly one of escort fatih them jumped up and turned around saying. “I need the loo to bang one out!” I tried to dart back to my room, but he spotted me. “Oh, sorry!” He noticed his cock was sticking out of his trousers which were open and the waist and tried to cover himself, fumbling and swearing and tripped, just missing me with his head at my feet and leaving himself even more exposed.

By this time this happened, Paul and the two other lads had stood up, in much the same state of undress, and as I turned to them, I could see the woman being shagged from behind whilst she had a cock in her mouth.

Paul’s blonde friend, Steve, said with a laugh. “I see Vince has fallen for your sister!” The dark haired Rob, always a bit crude, but also good looking, and probably the source of the video, added. “She’s been spying on us! Fancy a bit of cock Opal? Or two? I’m sure we could oblige?”

Meanwhile Vince, had sorted his clothing mishap out and scuttled off to the family bathroom and the others had turned back to the room, having had their fun embarrassing me, I heard Rob say. “Any more lager? Oh, let’s watch this one it has a redhead taking it where the sun …”. I slammed the door, knowing where the sun doesn’t shine and knowing the redhead remark was aimed at me. I knew Rob would like to take a bit of both if I let him.

The trouble was I did ‘fancy some cock’. Any of them, all of them! I put one of my Floyd albums and grabbed a textbook and tried reading it.

With my headphones, great big ones, and the music, I didn’t hear the knocking at first. I put my book down and moved the right ear away to confirm someone was there, and went to the door. But I had to remove the headphones as the lead wouldn’t stretch. I opened the door and Rob was standing there, but looking at his feet. “Sorry about earlier, I er… embarrassed you, you know my dick out.”

I put my finger on his jaw and lifted his face to look at me and I smiled and he returned the smile. “Actually, it looked like quite a nice dick.” I had a naughty thought. Could I have just this dick? “It’s a pity that you had a wank as we could have had some fun.”

He blushed. “Actually… I didn’t… I lost the urge and it wouldn’t come back, I even tried thinkin…” And he faltered and looked at his feet.

I felt my face flush, and thought about the yellow sun dress I was wearing with no bra and red lace hipster panties which might have shown more of me than I intended, Actually what I had intended when I went out hunting earlier. but I completed his sentence, as I lifted his face again, such a sweet lad. “thinking of my body? Or was that my naked body?”

I’m sure he would have dropped his head again, but my hand was there. “Sorry… but on the floor… I could see up your skirt.”

I looked at him and scanned his body, thinking. I could be tempted? Should be tempted? When I noticed he had a bit of a bulge that wasn’t there before. I moved closer and gave him a kiss which he returned and got steamy quickly. My left hand dropped down to his bulge and I could actually feel it growing as I squeezed it and broke off the kiss. “I see you have a problem, I think I would enjoy helping you with it.”

He looked stunned and I smiled. “What… really… oh, wow, really!” He was flustered and that turned me on. I would be in control. I pulled him into the room and closed the door.

“Ok,” I said. “would you like to see what is inside my panties before I suck your dick?”

He nodded, so I stepped back and pulled off my dress and he breathed out a ‘wow’, so pulled down my lace panties, flicked back the duvet and sat on my bed and said. “Do know how to eat pussy?”

There was a flicker of doubt on his face, but he cottoned on. “I’ve only fingered a cunt through panties, but I’ve seen it on video.”

I pulled a face. “The C-word is not one you use to a lady, but I would love it if you would like to have a go eating my pussy.” And with that I spread my legs and used my fingers to open-up my labia lips.

Vince’s eyes were on stalks as he knelt between my legs and slowly moved his face closer and closer to my pussy. “I love the sm… your scent.” Nice catch.

“Wait till you taste it, I’m quite turned on already.” And with that he brought his mouth to my labia and started to kiss, like it was my mouth, but then added his tongue. It was nice, but he really didn’t have much of a clue. I was just about to tell him what to do when the predictable, but worst possible thing, happened.

My door burst open and there was Rob. “Woah! Found Him Guys! Gang Bang!”

Vince jumped up, luckily still in his clothes, and I snapped my legs closed and pulled the duvet over me to cover me as much as possible. Steve then stepped in and was dumb struck, Paul just looked around the door frame, looking worried. “Sis, what’s happening?”

I took escort topkapı a deep breath. “That oaf Rob has just interrupted a private moment and so you are all going to leave.”

That oaf, was clearly a bit drunk and took revved up on his porn. “Come on girl, you must be gagging for it! How about we all show you a good time, you going to stop us?!”

“Oh, I would stop you, or get injured trying, and then the cops would drag you all off.”

“Your word against ours?” This guy’s brain was addled.

“Oh, a sexually assaulted woman in her bedroom with four guys and bruises. Them with beer and porn, is not going to be believed.”

Vince had gathered his thoughts and turned and started to push Rob out. “Get out you fool, I only came to apologise and you have messed it up!” I think Rob might have pushed back but Steve grabbed him by the hair and wrist and yanked him out.

Vince left, and whilst pulling the door shut looked back and mouthed. Sorry. And I think he was sorry for himself as well as me. I latched the door, kicking myself for not doing so earlier.

I heard a row going on between the lads whilst I got dressed, fresh white high waist panties, matching padded bra, long-sleeved top and jeans with belt. Not the comfort look I had been enjoying, but something I could feel safe in.

—-

Paul’s door must have been opened as the noise level increased and I heard Rob, at the top of his voice. “Fuck you losers! I’m taking my films and I don’t care if I don’t see you wimps again!” Then there was a bang on my door. “Good riddance prick tease!” And then he thundered down the stairs and slammed the door. I heard a car start up and screech away and I almost worried if he was sober enough to drive.

I sat in my room, wondering about my close escape and how disappointed Vince was, and to be honest how I was still churned up but also a bit turned on with spare adrenaline sloshing around. I heard the sound of conversation from Paul’s room and some theme music that was one of those Sci-Fi films or programmes, so unlikely to be adult content.

I fancied a lager would calm my nerves, but there was none in the fridge, but… the lads had some. Unless it was Rob’s, but he had asked for one and hadn’t said ‘and taking my lager’ So… I slowly got up, opened my door, crossed the landing and knocked. The door opened and Paul stood there. “Sorry sis, he was out of order, please don’t tell dad he will…” He didn’t get further as I put a finger on his lips.

“Have you got a lager? I could do with one right now.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll get you one.” and he turned into the room.

“What are you watching?” I said as I entered the room and I noticed something with sexy looking women, but mostly clad in figure hugging costumes, before the screen went black.

Steve looked like he was blushing. “Oops, busted, sorry, just a bit of 18 rated soft porn, only tits and bums, honest.”

Paul passed over the can of lager. “Sorry Opal, I’m embarrassed about Rob and we chucked him out when he said we should persuade you to change your mind.” I noticed the lack of ‘try to’ in the comment.

I was still a bit hyper and decided to test the water. “Well, Steve, put the video on again and I think you might find that Rob was a silly man, because, as Vince was about to find out, I might be in the mood for fun… On. My. Terms.”

The film stayed off, Paul’s jaw dropped. Steve was wide eyed, but Vince looked, what was it, hopeful.

Steve broke the silence. “But, er, isn’t Paul, you know your, er?”

I put him out of his misery. “Stepsister, Not. Related. At. All… So video on, and let’s see these tits and bums and I’ll tell you what my terms for a bit of fun.” Steve didn’t hesitate and the film resumed, and it was almost funny. Cardboard set, clothing being lost improbably showing male and female chests. Corny dialogue and a shot of the back of the man in the scene showing his lack of trousers and the woman screened below the waist saying, ‘I see you are set to stun’.

I sipped the lager whilst the couple were shown above wait height apparently taking her from behind, though with nothing shown below the waist. Silly but still a bit erotic. I took a breath.

“My terms.

Vince, Steve, Paul, in that order, one at a time.

You do exactly what I say.

I’m on the pill so no need to worry about getting me up the duff.

We have until four, so you may get more than one go.

I hope this tripe will help, but I have something a bit stronger, but female friendly, if you would prefer it.

Agreed?

Questions?”

There was silence… I got up to go and Paul said “Er, can we have the video and yes please.” Vince and Steve enthusiastically nodded.

As I left the room I turned and crooked my finger to beckon Vince and he nearly fell for me again, he was so anxious to follow me.

We entered my room escort aksaray and I closed the door and latched it, then remembered and was rummaging in the bottom of my case, stood but bending at the waist, when Vince came over behind me and started running his hands over my buttocks, which I felt was surprisingly restrained but pleasurable. I slowly stood with the video cassette case and turned and put it in Vince’s hand. It was a legitimate commercial copy of Scandinavian porn, but I don’t think they will be concerned with the language. “Take that to Paul and come straight back.”

He grabbed the tape and then fumbled the lock trying to get out and was back so fast he must have thrown it into the room.

He returned and I latched the door. “Right where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?”

“Er, you were on the bed and I had my mouth on your c… pussy.” Nice save Vince.

I sat on the bed and spread my legs. “What’s wrong with this picture?” I said with a bit of a laugh.

“Er, you are dressed?”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Vince knelt between my legs and unbuckled my belt and released the waist button and proceeded to lift my top and standing pulled it off in one movement. Efficient but not very sensual, he clearly needs lessons.

When he threw it to one side, he looked at me and his eyes widened and he froze. “Oh, a, a bra.”

I thought, Oh. My. God, he hasn’t a clue, he hadn’t realised I even had a bra on! “Right, lessons later, we haven’t time for this.” With that I stood, as did Vince. I unhooked and removed my bra and Vince’s hands started to touch my tits. He wasn’t doing a bad job.

I dropped my jeans and was kicking them off when he noticed my grannie panties. “Oh, I preferred the other ones.”

I grabbed the waist band and pulled them down and explained. “The ones I had on, said I was feeling good about myself, and these say I wasn’t and if Rob had seen them, that I wasn’t interested. Now I’m saying, ‘get on with it’!” And with that I sat back on the bed and spread my legs, more or less where we were before the interruption by the oaf.

Vince dropped to his knees and started to kiss me on my pussy without opening me up our using his tongue. He lifted his head. “Er, you are not as wet as you were.”

I ruffled his hair with my right hand. “And not surprising is it. Now use your thumbs to open me up and then stick you tongue in me and, with as much saliva as possible, work it up and down.” And he did just that, but not much more. “For fuck’s sake, show some more enthusiasm, like the men in the films, move it in and out and around and right at the top, you will find a bump called my clit, tickle that and suck on it. If I moan, you are doing in right, if you get it wrong I’ll slap you.”

His technique rapidly improved and he was making appreciative noises, as was I. “Oh, God you are a quick learner. Now you have my clit wet you can massage it with a thumb, and bring you other hand up to my tits, they are feeling lonely.” Not entirely true as I had been using my left hand, but it’s not the same.

Vince lifted his head to see where to put his thumb and mumbled. “Oh, Opal, you taste so nice now, and really wet.” And returned his mouth to me with extra vigour as I thought. If he keeps on like that he will get a face-full of wet. My orgasm was building but I wanted more.

“Vince, are you fingernails short?” I was hoping for a yes.

“Sorry, I chew them, I know I shouldn’t.”

I ruffled his hair and pulled his head closer. “That’s ideal, I want you wet your first two and slowly put them inside me, palm up.” He moved his mouth off me and I felt him start to penetrate me as asked. When I felt he was deep enough. “Now curl them up and bit and stroke in and o…” I gasped as he got that right. “and get back on my clit! And don’t stop if I scream.”

And scream I did. “Ohhh! Ahhh!! AAAHHH!!! Ooooh!”

Not the best orgasm I had ever had, but with the dry spell and the enthusiasm, it was good. Vince would have kept going as instructed, but there was an urgent knocking on the door and so he pulled off which marred the experience. “Sis, are you OK in there?”

I was breathless but Vince replied. “She’s OK, it was just an orgasm.”

The door handle was rattled and so I pulled myself off the bed and went to it and opened it, the look on Paul’s face of his naked and aroused sister was epic. “Thank you for spoiling the moment. Can’t a girl have some privacy?”

He was blushing. “Sorry, after earlier I didn’t want anything, you know…”

“Oh, I give up with you, and there is poor Vince with nothing to show for his efforts.”

He interrupted and looking at him I hadn’t realised how wet I had made his face. “Oh, I don’t mind, it was great, especially hearing you scream, and you taste so nice.”

I decided to risk it. I was sure that Paul wouldn’t misbehave, and Vince wouldn’t either. I pushed past Paul and went into his room where Steve was looking sheepish. I noticed they had put my video on and I was surprised that it was on one of my favourite scenes, number five, which had two women being pleasured by an older man. Then I remembered I had last watched the previous scene which had two younger men and a woman.

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On Sunday morning, Ashwin and Pooja came to our house. I opened the door and immediately hugged Ashwin and Pooja. They were confused.

“Isn’t Radha home?” Asked Pooja.

“She is, I thought she called you both.” I replied.

“That is what I was confused about. She hasn’t said anything on the phone. She just invited us for lunch.” Pooja said.

Radha came from behind and said, “Hi, come on in.”

Ashwin sort of understood the situation and asked, “So, you are cool with us now?”

“Yes I am.” replied Radha.

“Wow!” Pooja exclaimed and hugged Radha. I can see the glow in her eyes.

“You remember my sister Kirthi from my wedding,” I said to them while pointing at my sister.

Everyone settled down on the couch. Radha started to narrate everything that happened over the last week including the last night as well. Before she even finished her story, Pooja jumped and kissed Radha on the lips.

“Hold on tigress! There is more.” I interrupted.

Radha finished her story and turned to me. Ashwin couldn’t contain the excitement and asked, “So that means we are okay to do anything?”

“Yes, and we are prepared for it as well,” Radha replied while holding Kirthi’s hand.

“Prepared? How?” Pooja asked.

Radha showed them a pack of condoms we bought the previous day. It was a pack of 10 condoms with mixed flavours of 5. Pooja jumped and took it in her hand.

“Wow! I can’t believe this is happening.” Pooja exclaimed.

“First let us have lunch, I prepared a special meal for all of us,” Radha said.

Over lunch, we all discussed a lot of things. Caught up on what was going on and so on. They get to know about Kirthi. Kirthi all the while is mesmerised by Ashwin’s handsomeness. She started flirting with Ashwin. Pooja is having fun with the little act. We finished eating all the items prepared by Radha and Kirthi. We had biryani and paneer butter escort merter masala. Both Ashwin’s favourites. We moved to the bedroom next.

“Wow! So I cannot wait anymore,” Kirthi said and jumped on Ashwin.

Radha started kissing Pooja. I joined Radha and Pooja. They both looked like estranged lovers. Ashwin continued to kiss Kirthi. Kirthi was so excited to have cock today.

I was undressed by the ladies and then they made me lie on the bed. Radha started giving me a blowjob while Pooja took off her panties and sat on my face. She was wearing a sundress which made it easy for her. My face was buried deep in her pussy. I licked it and flicked her clit with my tongue. Radha went crazy on my cock.

Ashwin on the other hand undressed Kirthi and went down licking her pussy. Her white pussy was dripping wet with all the anticipation. Kirthi was on cloud 9 and I could see in her eyes. Ashwin did not stop even for a minute.

I was close to climax and about to cum in Radha’s mouth. So I gestured by patting on her head. She understood and stopped for a moment. But Pooja couldn’t control and orgasmed on my face. Her pussy juices started dripping from the side of my mouth. Some of which I have swallowed.

I stood up and noticed Radha started to undress and within no time she stripped her punjabi dress, bra and panties and became nude. She turned towards Ashwin and started sucking his cock while he was licking my sister’s pussy. I stood up and removed the remainder of Pooja’s clothes.

I have missed her so much. Her wheatish complexion and her black nipples mesmerised me. Her dark brown pussy was my favourite. Within minutes. We were all nude except Ashwin who had his zipper open and his cock in my wife’s mouth. We were all engaged in foreplays.

I looked at Kirthi and I can tell she is nearing climax. She started to hold Ashwin’s escort güngören hair and pulled him closer to her pussy. She is jumping on the bed up and down. With each second she cannot control herself. Her moans picked up the pace and with a loud and final scream, she came inside Ashwin’s mouth.

He stopped and stood up to remove his clothes. Kirthi helped him to take off his pants and underwear. She was waiting for this moment. But Pooja suggested everyone to stop and form a circle to suck each other’s pussy or cock.

“This is called the daisy chain.” Pooja said, while adjusting herself on the floor.

Pooja took my cock in her mouth and I started to suck on Radha’s pussy. Radha took Ashwin’s cock in her mouth and Aswin inturn took Kirthi’s pussy in his mouth. Kirthi finished the circle by sucking Pooja’s pussy.

We were vigorously sucking each other. The sound in the air is filled with sloppy sounds and pleasure moans. Within minutes Ashwin and I finished cumming. Pooja took all of it like a good girl. Radha did the same for Ashwin. The girls had much more energy. Pooja was the last to finish. Kirthi shot another load into Ashwin’s mouth.

We repositioned ourselves. Kirthi sat upright leaning her back onto the wall. Pooja went sucking her nipples. I adjusted my position behind her and entered her pussy. I has been a while since I fucked Pooja. I missed her aroma and most importantly how good she is with her hips, matching the rhythm with mine. With a wet lubricated condom, I entered smoothly. I started ramming like there is no tomorrow. Her muffled moans went louder and louder with each bang.

Ashwin and Radha were madly kissing and licking each other’s faces. I can see the new found love in Radha’s face. Ashwin started sucking Radha’s boobs and simultaneously inserted his condom wrapped dick in my wife’s pussy. He started escort bağcılar ramming harder right from the beginning. Her breathless moans are enough to understand how pleasurable the sex was for her.

I came within a few minutes and lied on top of Pooja. Ashwin was still going. Radha had climaxed already. Ashwin took his time and finished too.

“Isn’t my pussy getting a cock?” Said Kirthi while looking at Ashwin.

“Ashwin, she is all yours. You have to pop her cherry.” I said.

“I am not a virgin. I had sex before.” She said, looking at me.

“Whatever! Just go nuts.” I said to Ashwin.

“Yay!” Exclaimed Kirthi.

Ashwin took out a new condom and put it on. Kirthi moved onto the bed. Ashwin positioned himself in a missionary position on Kirthi. He inserted his cock in her and started kissing her lips. They went on to fuck each other for another good 5 minutes. Pooja and Radha sat on either side of Kirthi and sucked her boobs from either side. This made Kirthi feel special.

Kirthi’s breath was out of control. She was swirling and her toes curled. This told me she was about to orgasm. Soon enough Kirthi orgasmed and collapsed back. Ashwin came in no time. Both collapsed with Ashwin on top of Kirthi.

“Great job!” Radha said while kissing Ashwin.

“I love you guys!” Exclaimed Keerthi while catching her breath.

We wrapped up things and had some tea and snacks.

“So, any plans for next weekend?” Asked Pooja.

“None,” I replied.

“Let’s meet in our house this time.” Ashwin said.

“Yes, sure!” I said.

That night we had another session of sex. I was careful not to touch my baby sister. She was well satisfied by Ashwin. I attended the other two. Then Ashwin and Pooja went back home.

This continued for another few months. All of us even went on vacations. We had sex on almost every weekend except when any of the ladies were menstruating.

Six months later, I got an on site offer in the USA. I had to move there with Radha. But Kirthi had to stay back. She stayed back with Ashwin and Pooja. I am sure they were having sex everyday. Maybe Kirthi replaced me as their new spouse. I am so happy that my baby sister is in good hands.

The End!

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When Matt awoke the following morning, it was with a raging night erection, accelerated by the fact Lucy’s hand was wrapped around it as he lay facing her.

It had been a strange night of erotic dreams. On two occasion he had awoken with a sense he was about to cum.

Each time, he’d rolled away from Lucy, leaving her no choice but to release her grip or spoon into his back — and he knew the latter wasn’t going to happen.

But her request to be able to fondle his manhood and permission for him to fondle her breast had been such an unexpected step forward in her tolerating intimate contact that he didn’t mean to deny her it. He was inclined to toss and turn on the best of nights. All he needed was to give the poor thing a rest; especially as he knew Lucy wouldn’t be all that pleased if he jizzed all over her sheets. After all. This was a girl who laid a towel down under the place on the bed they had sex.

At some point he’d turn back towards her and at some point after that she’s either grab his nocturnal erection again, or fondle it into hardness herself.

He’d taken some advantage of the right to rest his hand on her breast; as much to honour her offering as anything. Erotically it was a pleasant enough task; especially as her nipple pushed up between his fingers. But, unless he could cuddle in close and rest his elbow on her stomach, it couldn’t be a long term thing. His wrist would be uncomfortably left hanging in mid-air.

As the only way of knowing whether it was time to get up in Lucy’s completely blacked out room, he looked over to the door were he could see daylight penetrating under the gap at the bottom of the door.

In his randiness, he considered trying to instigate sex with Lucy, but didn’t take more than a moment to consider it ill advised. She was a late sleeper and valued that extra time asleep and given he was there to slowly further her sexual education and the progress they’d made the previous night, it was a bit too early to expect her to wake her up and effectively demand she satisfy his needs.

Trying not to disturb her, he gently unwrapped her hand from his shaft and eased himself out of her bed; tip toeing naked to the door to escape the room.

As he entered the hallway, he notice the door to Kylie’s room — where all his clothes were — was also closed.

Not that prancing around naked in their house – even with a rampant erection – would be considered a crime by either of the girls. More out of habit than necessity, he remembered he’d left his speedos on the drying rack near the pool.

Heading out the back door, he collected them and slipped them on, lifting the waist band over the top of his aching erection and pulling it down to normal height, leaving the projecting erection tightly sheathed in the taut stretchy material.

All that did was provoke it further, causing it to surge and inducing him to — almost unthinkingly — wrap his hand around it and jerk it a few times, letting out a little moan of pleasure as he did so.

It really didn’t make sense to him that he felt as randy as he did, given the number of times he’d ejaculated in the last 48 hours was a multiple of any previous record. But he undeniably did. It was more than that though. His shaft wasn’t just as hard as rock, nor just anxious and desirous in a way that left him randy. While he recognised it didn’t necessarily accord with biological reality, it felt full. Full like his balls and shaft were overburdened with a cum load they were never designed to carry and had to be discharged in the interests of public health and safety.

As he stood by the pool, he contemplated the sunlounge meters away from him and the possibility of laying on it and jerking himself off. Given Kylie would be up soon, the risk of being caught seemed to make that unwise. He considered the alternative of getting into the pool and jerking off there as a more subtle alternative. It wasn’t as though it didn’t already have traces of his cum in it. But it was pride that stopped him.

He’d gone months without sex between girlfriends before without even feeling this randy. He rationalised that he could survive this bout of desire without resorting to teenage level desperation. It would pass.

Still, as he walked back into the kitchen to get himself breakfast, he couldn’t resist the temptation to wrap his hand around it and give it a couple more jerks; feeling it surge in his hands as a shot of pleasure washed through his senses. It was an action he repeated several times, to the point he had pre-cum weeping through his swimmers – as he decanted some cereal and milk into his breakfast bowl.

As he sat down at the coffee table beside the pool, that wank off in the water was looking increasingly attractive as his level of desire ceased to subside and, if anything, became stronger. His shaft ached with desire so much it almost demanded attention.

From where he was sitting — on the Ottoman normally occupied by Lucy – he looked through the living room to Kylie’s closed door and escort osmanbey cogitated on her desire for him to take her for some wild sex occasionally. He wondered how she’d feel about being rudely awoken by a randy male wanting her favours.

The issue became mute when he saw her door open and Kylie came through it. However, the sight of her did nothing to reduce his state of desire. She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of string tie sided bikini pants, the brief rectangular front piece of the pants almost completely swallowed deeply into a camel toe that started in the crease that went half way up her bulging mons and disappeared under her crotch leaving what gave every impression of a v shaped cut out. Either side of it the mons and flesh of her crotch was nearly completely exposed.

The width of the crease gave a definite impression he wasn’t the only one who’d woken up aroused, an impression confirmed by her jutting nipples on what was otherwise already a pretty warm morning.

Kylie saw him as quickly as he saw her. As Matt was aware, with the Ottoman he was sitting on at virtually the same level as the coffee table he was behind, there was nothing hiding the projection in his pants and he could see Kylie staring at it as she walked to the door.

Matt had only a few moments to consider his action.

He could stay where he was, greet her normally and passively wait to see what developments might be. Or he could proactively and fairly immediately instigate sex with her; or at least make it obvious to her that was his intention.

Had she not had the little talk to him the previous day, the first option would have been his default approach. But as randy as he was, and with the encouragement of her words, he decided on the second.

He wasn’t quite sure what constituted wild sex in Kylie’s eyes. All he wanted was sex. Fun sex. Passionate sex. And most of all satisfying sex; for her as much as him hopefully. As for wild, well all he could do was see what developed.

As Kylie exited the kitchen into the pool area, Matt confidentially stood up, turned towards her, closed the small distance to meet her, bent his knees enough to get the tip of his erection under her crotch, wrapped his hands around her waist and hands onto her butt, pulled her into him and stood more upright, thrusting his erection firmly into her crotch as he kissed her…

“Good morning. How are you?”

“I’m good. But you seem pretty pleased to see me.”

“That’s a fair statement. But then, I thought I detected a degree of excitement in you too.”

“Maybe. What might you have in mind?”

“Sex. Definitely sex. Wild sex if you’d like; although you might have to lead me on what constitutes wild sex right here and now.”

“So you couldn’t for instance wait until we managed to walk down to the beach and made love on the water’s edge in full public view?”

“Ah, no. Quite apart from any legal issues that might arise from that.”

“What about in a little visited part of the beach with some very private sanddunes?”

“Maybe one day, but not right now.”

“Impatient aren’t we?”

“Actually as randy as fucking hell.”

“So I can see. Did my sister let you down last night? I thought I could definitely hear the sounds of sexual relations. Actually, I definitely heard you cum.”

Even as she spoke, Kylie had been moving her hips to circle the tip of Matt’s erection within what he could feel was where it was captured within her crease. It was pretty clear she was stimulating her clit.

He lifted a hand to place on her breast and started tweaking her nipple as he replied…

“Your sister performed above all expectations. But she then hung off my cock for the rest of the night.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes really. She’s still adverse to physical contact, but erogenous areas seem to be excluded.”

Kylie was so surprised by this she took a moment to respond…

“Well, if she’s been prick teasing you, should she be the one who has to put out.”

“Nobody has to put out. And I don’t believe in prick teasing being a thing. On the other hand, if you’re randy too, then I might be able to do something for you.”

“Do tell. That erection of yours has been trying to worm its way inside me since you threw yourself against me.”

“Here I thought it was pleasuring your clit.”

“Maybe. Are you going to fuck me or are we going to keep playing word games?”

“Fucking sounds pretty good.”

Matt could sense that Kylie had positioned his shaft at the entrance to her vagina and it was slowly working its way inside her; only shallowly, but two layers of swimwear and all.

He pulled the strings on both sides of her bikini pants, before pulling them out from between her legs. But realising Matt was about to fuck her there and then standing up, Kylie decided to change the game. That was not her preferred position.

Dragging him into her room would give her a pretty good fucking, but nothing escort kağıthane all that kinky. Bent over the coffee table? She did that yesterday and anyway she wanted this one face to face. On the kitchen bench? Been there, done that. The sun-lounge? Too much like a bed.

The truth was, Kylie had woken up nearly as randy as Matt; although with less reason other than the mental picture she had gone to bed with of him fucking her sister in the adjoining room; reinforced by the sex noises emanating from Lucy’s room. Knowing Matt was likely already out of bed, the small bikini hoisted up into a camel toe had been no accident. Barely enough clothing not to make her look like a completely desperate slut, but one bound to attract Matt’s ardour.

With her bikini pants removed, she could sense Matt was about to expose his erection and penetrate her. Pool sex was one of her major kinks; one living with Lucy had largely denied her. They might have finished in the pool yesterday, but until she could expand Matt wild sex repertoire it was the best alternative available to her.

As they balanced on the edge of the pool, she pushed her body forward enough to induce Matt to fall in, being dragged in on top of him as he fell.

Matt had little doubt — actually none — that the fall into the pool was a deliberate act of Kylie’s with the intention that’s where she’d be fucked. With her clearly being as interested in sex as he was and she now having established the place and mode of her desire for ‘wild sex’, Matt’s focus was entirely on getting his achingly randy erection inside her as soon as he got his feet back on the ground.

As he grounded his feet, took Kylie in his arms elevated slightly off the pool floor and centred his erection on her vaginal entrance as his hand slipped between her legs to unsheathe his erection from his swimmers, his intentions were clear enough to Kylie too.

But she had other plans, or at least one more precondition to sex. Sometimes having sex in such a state of passion that some clothes are left on can itself be erotic. A sign of uncontrolled passion — and there was certainly no shortage of that this morning. But as far as Kylie was concerned — especially in her passionately aroused state — Matt was her Adonis. And a true Adonis has to be naked. Completely naked. No untidy little features like a pair of swimmers tucked under his balls.

Kylie pulled her hips back to get Matt’s shaft out from between her legs, then squirmed out of his lose hold…

“Just a sec…”

She knelt on the pool floor and pulled his pants down, releasing them to the pool as he lifted each foot in turn. Only then did she stand up and surrender to his pre-penetrative embrace. And it wasn’t pre-penetrative for long.

Matt sighed as sigh of infinite satisfaction as his anxious shaft slipped effortlessly all the way into Kylie’s clearly receptive vagina.

As they stood there embraced and kissing, their hands exploring and caressing the back anatomy of each other, each momentarily achieved at least some order of satisfaction of their raging passions. Matt’s seemingly loaded arousal still desperately required a discharge, but the sexual embrace provided a sort of mollifying promise that it wouldn’t be long in coming.

It also gave Matt a moment to salve his conscience. Matt had never been one to feel comfortable in simply using a woman for his sexual release. Sex for him had always been part of a relationship and while passion might sometimes drive a sexual interaction, even that passion was directed at the woman in the context of their relationship.

What Matt knew was that, at the moment he’d penetrated Kylie, it wasn’t an act of love or even passion towards her, it was pure and simple the act of finding the nearest willing vagina to accept his load. It had pricked at his conscience, even as he’d slid his erection into her.

But now as they stood there, bound together in a passionate embrace, it stirred in him a more appropriate response to Kylie’s acceptance of his manhood. A physical attraction certainly. After all, Matt regarded Kylie and Lucy as the most sexually attractive women he’d even known. And from that came a sexual desire towards her that was more personal rather than simply objectifying. But that in turn churned up and brought out his feeling of love towards them.

By the time he made the first tentative half withdrawal of his manhood and thrust of it back into her body, he felt he could do so without guilt. It was no longer some random vagina he was exploiting, it was Kylie he was making love to.

That simply identified his next problem. He was so randy, so full, so ready to explode, he was in serious risk of shooting off his load before he’d even got her warmed up. There was ample warning in the overwhelming pleasure of that first thrust that his body was working on a hair trigger.

His hands slid down Kylie’s back until they cupped her sensuous butt, then further down until they escort cihangir wrapped around the back of her upper thighs. With a slight tug, he signalled Kylie to lift her legs and wrap them around his thighs.

As Kylie complied, Matt encouraged her to lean back, floating her upper torso in the water as she ended up at an angle of about 60 degrees from him. He hoped — really hoped — that the angular thrusts that would give him would be far more stimulating to Kylie because they’d rake her g spot. He also hoped that bending his shaft down like that, and limiting the full body contact he previously had with Kylie might just slow down his own reaction; because there was nothing more certain than another one or two thrusts in the sensory laden full body contact he previously had with Kylie was going to make him explode.

He tried a couple of thrusts, getting a nice positive vocal reaction from Kylie while managing not to add too much to his already heightened level of arousal. So it worked to a point; even if the visual sight of her body rag-dolling in the water, her breasts floating up and down with the surge of the water, was at once compelling to watch while at the same time maybe just a tad too stimulatory.

The die was cast. The outcome would be what it was. Kylie wanted wild, he was going to give her wild.

Matt started thrusting, hard and fast.

He looked down at where Kylie laid back in the water, her torso quickly awash with the turbulence caused by his thrusting hips, her breasts, the only part of her arched body other than her head at least occasionally clear of the water, seductively surging back and forwards, the nipples jutting edifices on top, as their inertia couldn’t keep up with the combined rag dolling of her body and the desynchronised action of the water’s movement.

But her face told him what he really needed to know; her were eyes closed, her mouth almost contorted in the way it formed an orgasmic circle as her increasingly rapid breathing set the pace of her increasingly loud moans.

He had been relying on Kylie already being nearly as aroused as he was to have given him any hope of him giving her an orgasm before his own hair trigger load was shot off. For a short while he thought he could get there.

But then those tendrils of pleasure started to fill his manhood as his balls brewed up.

Doubling down, he thrust harder and faster, surging his shaft each time as he thrust in, increasing the hardness and force of his raking of her g spot, hoping beyond hope to get her to cum even more quickly then he knew was about to be his fate.

But it was to no avail. Once the boiling up started, there was no slowing it — more so given it’s almost desperate starting state.

He bellowed out an alarmingly loud grunt — given where they were making love — as the first almost overwhelming pulse of his orgasm shot up the length of his shaft and sent its almost explosive message to the receptors in his head.

But he kept thrusting and kept grunting — at least somewhat more moderately than his first grunt — as pulse after pulse of pleasure rocketed up the length of his shaft.

He needed to keep it going. To keep himself as rock hard as he could. Whatever was building in Kylie — and something big was — he needed to release it before his erection was sated and let him down.

To increase his arousal and keep him hard, he used his previous image of a shaft and balls full of cum ready to go, to imagine jet after jet of cum filling Kylie’s vagina to the point every thrust compressed it and caused it to shoot out past his shaft and into the pool; a flood of cum beyond any sense of reality but the image of which had a helpfully erotic effect on his efforts.

That and his continued desperate erotic thrusting worked to a point. The pulses of his climax continued much, much longer than they would for a normal orgasm to a point the pleasure signals almost overwhelmed him, and while they continued he stayed rock hard. He could tell Kylie didn’t have far to go.

But the pleasure of the pulses eventually subsided to nothingness and he started to feel an exquisite sensitivity, almost torturing him with every thrust. He knew what that meant. His orgasm was over and evolution had equipped his body with a signal that he should stop thrusting because now his shaft was pushing and pulling his fertilising sperm from Kylie’s body. He would have loved to have stopped, not because he wanted to fertilise Kylie — at least not yet anyway – but because the sensitivity was so uncomfortable.

But Kylie was clearly so close to coming, he wasn’t going to let something like torture stop him.

Finally, just as he felt the first softening of his cock, Kylie screamed a scream of intense pleasure and then kept moaning as she experienced a prolonged orgasm; signalled to Matt by the contractions he could feel on his slowly shrinking manhood as she writhed in his grasp.

He held her there, patiently waiting for her to finish; regretting he had nothing to keep thrusting with in the hope of prolonging her orgasm even further.

It wasn’t really a case of her taking an unreasonably long time. It was less than five minutes since Kylie had pushed them in the water. The fact was they’d both been on the edge since the beginning; it was just that Matt’s hair trigger was more sensitive than Kylie’s.

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Chapter 1

I was not entirely clear as to why my buddy Eric Anderson invited me to supper with him and his lovely wife Bobbie (short for Roberta, but don’t call her that). I knew that I would enjoy it, of course, even if Bobbie had the bad habit of teasing and flirting until I had blue balls. I figured that I would just go home and rub one out, or else go to the bar or something and try to get laid. Hell, I could hire a call girl if it came to that, though the risks were always a deterrent. It wasn’t like when I was in Rotterdam years ago and had access to all of those lovely Dutch whores. While I love America, I don’t love its hang-ups about prostitution, especially given how popular strippers and porn stars are…there’s a real cognitive dissonance there, but I digress.

Perhaps I should explain a few things about me. My name is Mario Mancini, and yes, I’ve heard all of the jokes. I’ve never been married, though I dated in the traditional sense for a year or two before quitting it, after deciding that it wasn’t for me. Those people who miss “old-fashioned dating” have to be nuts, at least in my book. That’s signing up to be lied to, if you’re not stood up, and if you’re the guy, you’re expected to PAY for the privilege of having some stupid bitch lie to you to get a second date. Blind dates are a fool’s errand, if you ask me.

Plus, most of them are dumb enough to think that they can hook a man into a relationship by withholding sex until third date or something. Me? I didn’t waste time. You didn’t put out on a first date, screw you, and good luck ever getting me to ask you out again. These same girls would put out for a one-night stand, but NOT for a guy that they mean to have a relationship with, how fucked up is that? Of course, someone claimed it was because they didn’t want to build a relationship with them, and if you’re building a relationship, sex can only get in the way, or some such other psychobabble crap. I don’t buy that kind of bullshit.

To me, if you’d treat a stranger better than you’d treat me, that tells me all that I need to know about you. It tells me that you’re looking for a servant, not a boyfriend. Odds are, you’ll start withholding sex whenever you decide that he isn’t making you happy, and the next step is that you get horny and start cheating on him, but God forbid he cheat on you because he’s frustrated. Never mind that your frustration is your own damn fault for cutting him off! This kind of shit is part of why I don’t date in the normal sense anymore.

The other reason is that I don’t care for monogamy. I’ve realized that life’s too short to turn away companionship, to refuse sexual advances because you’re somehow tied down to one girl. The trouble is that I’m, at least officially, Catholic. Which means that, if my mother ever got her way, I’d be married and tied down to a good Catholic girl of some stripe, preferably Italian like me, and then I’d be expected to be faithful to her. Worse, even if I was, and then she was unfaithful to me, I’d be expected not to divorce her in spite of that!

That’s just a deal breaker, that kind of hypocrisy, at least for me. Maybe I just shouldn’t be Catholic, but I didn’t see any other religions being much better. They all had their own stupid rules in some measure. (I mean, come on, Mormons, NO COFFEE, REALLY?) Don’t get me wrong, there are some married men who get very lucky in terms of their wives, and I’d always thought that Eric was one of those lucky fools. In hindsight, maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, though he certainly thought himself to be very fortunate with Bobbie.

Anyway, so here I am, happy bachelor that I am, invited over to eat supper, a home-cooked meal that I didn’t make for once (yes, I can cook, but, hey, I’m Italian and I’ve lived as a bachelor enough years that takeout, TV dinners, and canned goods become a little much after a while). It was a Saturday, so I already got my personal errands out of the way, and frankly, they weren’t all that many or stressful. Five days a week, I’m at the office, editing and publishing books. That’s right, I publish and edit, though I’m now branching out into E-books from sheer necessity.

There were no such monsters when I was young and new to this business, and at 40 years of age, well, you get the idea (yes, my mother is still harping on me to get married and give her some grandkids). I did pretty well, even wrote my own sci-fi and nearly autobiographical short stories set in Europe on the side and didn’t have any trouble getting my partners at the firm agreeing to publish it (we were a relatively new and independent publishing house that we started back when I was twenty and they, none other than Eric and Bobbie, were just nineteen). I was now worth a cool fifty million, but I didn’t let most folks know about that, and my partners were also worth close to that range.

Anyway, I showed up to Eric and Bobbie’s, unsure of just what to expect that day, as we hadn’t done this in quite a while. Admittedly, we had received an offer of a leverage buyout by a much larger firm, which would double each of our net escort şişli assets, so that was perhaps worthy of celebration, assuming that we took the deal. I knew that I was sorely tempted, as it would mean that while I would still work for now, I would never really have to work again. I could retire whenever I pleased (technically, I already could, but I was eager to jump into the hundred plus million category first, just to be safe).

“Hey, Mario, good to see you again, outside of work for a change!” Eric told me with a firm handshake as always, followed by a big bear hug…he was one of maybe two or three men that I would ever hug.

Speaking of hugs, I got a much tighter squeeze out of Bobbie, along with a kiss on the lips, albeit without tongue. She started doing that some time ago, after I got back from Europe, claiming that it was because she thought I might be used to it by now. Eric always saw it, but never complained, and who was I to decline a kiss from a drop-dead gorgeous blonde like Bobbie, anyway? As I said before, I considered Eric a very fortunate man when it came to marriage, and it wasn’t just on account of his wife’s beauty. Bobbie was always a very warm and affectionate woman, never one to shy away from hugs, kisses, and other expressions of sentiment. She also had curly, honey blonde hair that matched well with her honey colored eyes and golden tan.

Eric was no slouch, either, I must confess. If I was gay, he would have punched my ticket for sure, being tall, with plenty of lean muscle, and caramel skin that showed no sign of body hair. It might have had something to do with his swimming days, as he tried out for the Summer Olympics and didn’t quite make the cut. He still loved to swim like a fish and kept an outside pool for just that reason (an outside pool, in Oregon, where it’s not always warm enough for swimming!).

Apparently, his mother was from Barbados, so he got it honestly. His father was white as they got, but instead of hiding their interracial romance in fear, he simply pulled up stakes and left Mississippi for good, marrying Eric’s mother and settling down in Salem. Nobody around here gave that much of a damn that Eric’s parents were not of the same race, not that I could tell. Of course, Eric didn’t get the pressure from her that I got from my mother, because Bobbie and he got married young, even if there was still frustration that they were childless at almost forty.

Supper was a very pleasant affair, to say it mildly, Bobbie plying both of us with plenty of sausage, onions, peppers, and potatoes, a recipe that she picked up from her Serbian mother, it seemed. She also fed us plenty of bread, added to which she made sure that we had a good dose of brandy to wash it down. We had a good time, joking, teasing, flirting, and even a little footsie from Bobbie, which had my cock at full mast for a while there, much as I had feared. It was almost as if Bobbie had two husbands, not one, and she went out of her way to shower affection on both of us.

The evening wore on and the three of us continued to enjoy each other’s company. Bobbie let her hand smooth over mine several times, especially when she handed me something. She also did her best to make me feel very comfortable with her attention to me, while not neglecting her hubby in the slightest. If anything, she vamped him good as well, giving him tons of kisses and skin contact in plain sight of me. She also alluded more than once to his exceptional prowess in bed and how much he always satisfied her with his “big, thick dick,” as she put it. She also encouraged Eric and me to go for the sale and retire, saying that it was time to “stop and smell the pussy,” an intriguing choice of words.

We were all quite relaxed and cozy when we sat down on the sofa, at which point Eric cleared his throat a bit. It was clear that the topic was uncomfortable to an extent, whatever it was, but he was determined to broach it. Bobbie winked at him, and then at me, licking her lips for some reason, and also flashing me a bit of her underwear beneath her short skirt after uncrossing her legs. I could have sworn that it looked very dark and damp, in fact, which now had me nervous, yet aroused. What the fucking was going on here?

“Mario, I know that what I’m about to say here is likely to change our relationship a bit, for good or ill, but here it goes. Bobbie wants to have an affair with you, and I want you to go for it. That’s why she’s been cock teasing you so much, to get you in the right…shall we say, frame of mind? Yes, this was very much a mutual decision, and Bobbie has assured me that I would get laid even more than I already do in the future, which is saying a lot, because she’s never denied me, not once. In twenty years of marriage, Bobbie has never failed to satisfy me in bed,” Eric told me, much to my astonishment.

“You…want me to sleep with your wife? Eric, I’m your best friend! That’s very much against everything that a best friend’s supposed to do and you know that! Don’t get me wrong here. Bobbie escort nişantaşı is a knockout, and if she were single and propositioned me for sex, I would definitely grab her with both hands, but she’s your wife! You really want this, for me to fuck your wife? Is this one of those swinging, open marriage things, or is it more of a cuckold thing, because there’s no way in Hell that I’m going to shove your face into a creampie that I made and make you eat it. There’s no way that I would humiliate you, call you names, or anything of that sort. I definitely wouldn’t make you raise my kids, even though if circumstances were different, Bobbie would make one hell of a mother!” I reacted with sharp surprise.

“Actually, that’s the other thing, Mario. Bobbie and I have had trouble making babies, as you know. We’ve finally found out why. What you don’t know is that Bobbie has conceived a few times, only to miscarry. She…well, it’s her place to explain better,” Eric turned to his wife.

“We had…an abortion, Mario. Or rather, I did. Years ago, when we weren’t ready for kids. It left scar tissue that makes it tough to carry children to term. Because of that, the embryos need to be very robust and we need a lot of sperm to do the job. I do mean, a lot. A second source would dramatically improve our odds of conception and a safe delivery. It’s probably just going to be the one time, too, thanks to my age and the present risks. That’s the other reason why we’d like you to make love to me. And often, Mario. This wouldn’t be a fling. It would be a proper love affair, with both romance and sex included in it,” Bobbie told me, blushing a little in the process.

“You’re asking me to be your boyfriend, then. Boyfriend to a married woman, to another man’s wife. To my best friend’s wife. That’s the essence of it, am I right?” I queried, to which both of them nodded.

“Yes, you’re quite possibly going to be the father of my child or children. You’re my husband’s best friend, too. You’re our business partner, too. I’ve always been…attracted and attached to you. You’ve been part of our lives for so long that there was never any question of who we wanted for this job. The more that we thought of it, the more it appealed to us to have you intimate with me in emotional as well as physical ways. It would be what some call a ‘V,’ at least for now.

“If you ever get married, well, then we’ll see what we do about that. No, I would never try to monopolize you, Mario. If you and Eric can share me, I’d be the worst sort of hypocrite not to willingly share either or both of you. I’ve made that very plain to him, too. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as free to take lovers as I am, given our rather unorthodox marriage,” Bobbie continued.

“So far, I haven’t had any interest, but it’s nice to know that I have options, the right or privilege in any case. I know that Bobbie would be as good about it as I have been here, though I won’t pretend that there will be no jealousy. Of course, there will be jealousy, but I can manage it. I have needs, she has needs, and you have needs. What’s the point in letting a few feelings of jealousy get in the way of satisfaction for all of us? Now, you will have a home base, if you will, a fallback if…you know, strike out? Not that Bobbie is a second choice, because she isn’t, but you get the idea,” Eric stammered, trying to not sound weird in this bizarre situation.

“Bobbie is never a second choice, but I think that what you’re saying is that she’s going to be sexually available to both of us when we need her, for whatever reason that might be, am I?” I clarified as Bobbie started grinning and blushing.

“And vice versa, honey. I hope that you don’t mind my saying so and calling you that. I would expect you to come and scratch my itch if I have it. I must warn you that I would call on you a lot, babe. I wouldn’t expect you to drop a lover for me in the middle of the act, but as soon as you and her part company, you would need to head straight for me. Don’t worry about sloppy seconds, though. I don’t mind those and neither does Eric.

“In fact, that’s one of his needs, to fuck me after I’ve just been with another man. Eric wants those sloppy seconds and I’m beginning to see the appeal, which is another reason that I’m not going to go all insanely jealous on either of you. Something about the smell of sweat, cum, lady juices, the smell of sex, you know, that really turns both of us on. Being desired like that, in turn, turns me on, too,” Bobbie blushed a little more, as she winked at both of us.

“Well, I’ve always been leery of long-term relationships, as you know, but damn…you’re a different case. You see, it’s monogamy that I’ve been trying to avoid, being stuck with just one woman and having her stuck with just me. I would love an emotional connection with a woman, but I’ve never been willing to pay that price for it. It’s a lot of stress, strain, pressure, etc. to limit myself to one woman and try to be everything that she needs.

“I mean, granted, you escort mecidiyeköy guys always seemed to be satisfied with it, but maybe even that’s not true anymore. Anyway, now, this…this is the kind of romance that I can go with, provided that it doesn’t destroy your marriage or our friendship, of course,” I answered, still a little concerned about the possible consequences of a long monogamous married couple branching out into polyamory.

Yes, I was aware of polyamory, but I always seemed to have trouble finding the right partners for it in the past, due to my dislike of the hypocrisy of dating and my mistrust of online personals and dating sites. Forget swinging, too, ironically, since one needed a primary partner for that scene. It always felt as if even the ethical non-monogamy community wanted to stick me with monogamy as a transitional phase, much to my displeasure and disgust. Also, while I understood why Eric and Bobbie got married, I had little use for any kind of formality in my relations, at least so far in my life, not to mention red tape, lawyers, and the usual financial wreckage surrounding a divorce.

“Oh, honey, we’ve talked about this for years, mainly with you in mind, but we’ve been too afraid to act on it, at least while we were planning to raise a family. We were cowards about it, though not about anything else, I dare say. We did cheat on each other half a dozen times, which is not a lot in twenty years of marriage, but, I guess that we both have very…forgiving natures. We got angry about the infidelity, but we both forgave, did our best to forget, and even used the memories of our extramarital trysts to enhance the pleasure of our married sex.

“We just couldn’t STAY mad at each other. I mean, who could stay mad at a guy like him, huh? Those warm, lovable brown eyes of his? That bewitching smile. That fantastic cock! That kissable mouth. Those firm buns! That deliciously smooth caramel skin! We also had the most incredible make-up sex from it, of course. Besides, we were both a little hammered when we cheated, both of us. There was no way that we had the balls to cheat while sober, none at all. Even now, doing this took a good dose of liquid courage, as you can see,” Bobbie explained things a little better for my understanding.

“And for my part, who could stay angry at a sweetie like her, who always seemed so happy to see me, always went out of her way to make me feel loved and adored, never carped, nagged, hectored, or browbeat me? She is such a wonderful wife, has done so much for me over the years, has been so warm and loving and kind and everything. She has been very good to you, too, and she’s been our business partner from the start, which is a major deal, I should say. She put her money, her life, her blood, her everything into this company, too, which is a major part of why she’s more than ready to retire now, I think. Not once, by the way, has she ever turned down sex from me, not even while mad and upset about the cheating,” Eric spoke his mind now as he held hands with his lovely bride.

“And vice versa. Which is part of where the whole…sloppy seconds thing came in, something that just built up, especially once it was clear why I had so much trouble with my pregnancies. Anyway, that’s how it is. We’ve firmly decided that we want to all sell out and retire, if you agree to it, and that we want you to…have an affair with me. A love affair as well as a sexual thing. Not exclusive for any of us. An open…’V,’ as we indicated. You would do whatever you wished with others and it would never be held against you. You just shouldn’t neglect me, that’s all I ask. I want your love, Mario, just as I want Eric’s, and I will give you both plenty of love in return, physically and emotionally as well,” Bobbie swore to us, even as she reached under her skirt and slid those dripping wet panties off to hand to me.

“Oh, God, woman! I’ve wanted you for the longest time!” I confessed to Bobbie, who smiled at both of us as she removed Eric’s pants.

The next thing that I knew, Bobbie had my own pants down past my ankles and her blouse on the floor behind her. I could see that she had no bra on and her lovely breasts were exposed for my viewing pleasure. True, there was a little sag, but she was a woman in her forties. That was a given under the circumstances. They were still firm enough to make me have to catch my breath for a second as I took them in, naked for the first time that I’d ever witnessed. I had seen her in low-cut dresses and bikini tops, but I had never seen even a suggestion of her nipples before. When she gestured for Eric to come up behind her, there was no doubt that she was the most seductive woman alive.

Before we knew what was happening, Bobbie’s skirt was raised, and I helped Eric hike it above her head as well. She was completely nude now, and the sight of her luscious pussy and ass were enough to really bring up our blood pressure and temperature. While Eric went behind her and started to play with her ass, she started removing my boxers and soon found herself with a mouthful of my cock and balls. Far from rushing this, though, Bobbie took her time, servicing me with a very bright smile on her face. I could feel her soft, cool lips on my dick and her warm, wet mouth around me in very short order. I could see not only lust, but love in her eyes, a love that was always there, but hadn’t been on full display until just now.

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As Dani walked down the hotel hallway, large ringlets of brunette hair bounced happily just above her shoulders in time with her curvaceous breasts that pressed against a white blouse. Stepping into the elevator, she smiled at a man in his mid-twenties already standing at the back of the small room. Pressing the number “14,” the door slid shut. In the reflection of the polished aluminum doors, she could see his gaze transfixed on her ass. Her mid-thigh black leather skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings, so it wouldn’t surprise her if a nylon strap from her garter belt was visible. Every day she caught men and women catching a glimpse of her voluptuous curves. As a younger woman, there were times when she lamented being overly sexualized, but now in her thirties, catching a colleague or stranger breaking eye contact for a moment to look at her body made her heart rush and a warm glow begin to creep through her body.

Always a bit of a hedonist, Dani had long enjoyed dabbling in everything that felt fun. Therefore, she had to admit to being a bit surprised, albeit not disappointed, by the increasingly taboo fantasies that were occupying her thoughts. Her internet history was now cluttered with search terms such as “creampie”, “breeding”, “group orgy cum”, “raw MFM”, and “pregnancy porn”. It seemed like every time she touched herself, she was imagining sex with multiple men and being penetrated by multiple cocks. She swelled with desire at the notion of being overpowered by stronger bodies committed to using her like a sex toy. As the elevator chimed for her floor, she smiled, thinking that in a few moments she would make some of those fantasies come true.

Dani’s platform heels ceased clicking against the floor as she stepped out of the elevator onto a crimson-colored carpet adorned with gold detailing. It was just a short walk to Suite 1429. Dani felt lucky to be with a man who encouraged and helped materialize her desires. She had met Jack in college, where they hadn’t dated per se, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to fall into sexual trysts when the situation presented itself. They had gone their separate ways after graduation, but kept in touch over the years. For her, there was always a feeling of something left unexplored that sometimes made her mind wander about possibilities. Jack had a quick wit that matched her own, and no matter how blue her world might turn, he could always make her laugh. It also made her wet to keep yet another man in a stable orbit. There was power and security in knowing that if she ever truly wanted his cock, it would only take a few messages for him to be on the next plane to her locale.

About a year ago, they truly connected. She had been reeling from a breakup and found herself texting various men as a distraction. However, after a few weeks of sexually adventurous and emotionally uplifting texts, Jack began to pique her interest. It wasn’t long before they went on their first date, and soon fell into a pattern of Friday night dates and staying up late into the night.

Sex with Jack was great, but her body desired more. She laughed, thinking of how nervous she had been the first time she described to Jack her desire to feel a cock slipping into her pussy, with another already slowly sliding in and out of her ass. Rather than recoil or chalk it up to some masturbatory fantasy to be unrealized over a lifetime, he laughed and asked, “Which hole should my cock go in?”

Some of the darker fantasies Dani thought about, she feared, would drive away any partner. But so far, no matter what she suggested, Jack only smiled.

“You know, in another 35 years, your sex stories are going to get you kicked out of quilting club?”

“My stories are already the best stories at quilting club. All the ladies love my antics, thank you. Speaking of, Darla said her husband used to go down on her every morning. She claims it was the secret to their 45-year marriage.”

Jack’s eyes widened as he snickered, “Noted.” Then he turned his attention back to his book.

Despite not inquiring further, the next morning, she awoke to the feeling of lips kissing against her abdomen. Almost instinctively, she spread her legs and moaned softly as Jack’s tongue began rhythmically stroking her swelling clit. And just like that, waking up to an orgasm became her new normal. Darla was right; it was hard to stay mad at anyone who spent the first 20 minutes of their day worshiping her pussy.

Smitten with her looks and mind, Jack still actively encouraged her to explore her desires. If he did anything controlling, it was only to insert himself into her fantasies, which suited her fine. It had been a long time since she had a partner she didn’t feel confined by, and never had one that truly challenged her. Dani was pleasantly escort çapa surprised then, when Jack began encouraging her to start a dating profile to find the “right” third guy. It took a bit more swiping than she cared to admit, too much texting, and a few awkward phone conversations. But after some “screening” through potential candidates, they settled on Peter. In his late 20s and recently divorced, he wasn’t looking for anything more than ticking an experience off his bucket-list; helping fuck a horny woman. This of course, meant helping Jack fuck Dani.

Being able to separate lust from desire and disconnect from feelings of ‘love’ was of utmost importance to Jack and Dani both. Where if things worked out, Peter might be fun to bring around again in the future, it was important for whomever they settled on to understand they weren’t looking to expand their romantic relationship. For Dani, being filled with strange flesh and cum was thrilling, whereas the notion of having her home filled with a new person was horrifying. Jack was the only man she wanted in her sanctuary of absurdly high-thread counts, and imported silks.

Suddenly she found herself standing at the door to the suite. Jack had met Peter in the lobby of the arranged hotel an hour before. A kind of final vetting. While the men talked, she passed the time at a bar next door. She had made it through two cranberry and vodkas before her phone buzzed with a message from Jack.

“Suite 1429”

She knocked. After a moment, the hum of the door’s mechanical latch operating unleashed the excitement of a hundred fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. As the door opened, Jack greeted her with a smile.

“Dani, I want you to meet Peter. He tells me he’s been masturbating daily to some of the pics you sent him. He’s quite the fan.”

Looking across the room was the handsome, albeit seemingly overwhelmed, younger man. His eyes were pinned to hers, but his mouth hung slightly agape. Clean shaven, he had a full head of brown hair, hazel eyes and square jaw. As nice as he was to look at, it was his cock photos she thought about now. From those photos, he looked quite a bit larger than Jack. In just a few moments, she’d be able to feel just how much larger.

Dani walked towards the new man. She placed a finger on his chest, and playful dragged down her finger until it met with the denim fabric covering the bulge beneath. Even through his jeans, she could feel Peter harden within her hand. She loved the control she had over men. Just a touch, and Peter was powerless to think about anything rational until he softened again. Dani hoped that wouldn’t be for some time.

“So, Jack, do you mind if I get started?” Dani said with a coy grin.

“I think you better. It would be rude to keep our guest waiting. Take a seat, Peter. Dani will take care of you.”

“Oh, okay” Peter stammered.

Peter sat down on the edge of a large padded recliner. As he did, Dani kneeled in front of him. She ran both of her hands across his belt line towards one another until they met. Unclasping his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, she carefully pulled the zipper down over the sky blue cotton boxer briefs covering the young man.

Dani refused to let her own eagerness shorten the experience. Rather than expose him, she began running her hand across the fabric. She wasn’t sure exactly how long he was, but the outline of his shaft looked enormous against her small hand. As her fingers pressed along his member, the head of his swollen cock became visible at the edge of the briefs.

“Oh. Look here…”, Dani whispered excitedly. Teasingly, she slid her index finger along the exposed head. It had a slightly purplish tinge, and a flared rim that pulsed as she touched it. Waiting no longer, she took both of her hands and simultaneously pulled down on his pants and shorts. A moment of tugging, and his cock, no longer trapped by his briefs, sprang upward. It looked like a flesh colored version of the silicone dildo she sometimes took with her into the shower. Whereas her toy couldn’t mount her from behind, or play with her clit, it also didn’t prematurely ejaculate and ruin her fantasy. As her hand wrapped itself around his shaft, she hoped Peter was good for more than a few strokes. Dani fancied herself a bit of a Renaissance woman, and there could be no doubt that one of the threads woven into her tapestry was milking a swollen cock.

Peter murmered quietly, “Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Your hands feel so soft…”

Trailing off, he pressed his hands against his face and moaned.

With each stroke, Dani twisted her hand. She could feel his heart throb through the hard shaft, and looking down, see the darker head pulse. A drop of pre-cum already escort topkapı had started to form on the tip of his penis. Slowing her strokes and leaning forward, she licked the cum away with her tongue. A salty taste filled her mouth as Peter shuttered with excitement.

Looking at Peter throbbing in front of her, Dani pressed her full lips against the soft head. Pulling it into her mouth, her tongue delicately swirled around the tip of his cock. She circled it a few more times before nosily sucking and slurping on the head like she would a lollipop. Her lips sliding across his warm flesh made sounds that ‘popped’ and ‘smacked’ as she teased the bulbous head. She wasn’t swallowing, instead letting the spit from her mouth run down his shaft and across his testicles.

He was larger than Jack, both in girth and length, which was wonderful. However, as she took him deeper into her mouth, she found sucking his large member a challenge. As her lips neared the base of his cock, her throat constricted. It wasn’t often she found herself resisting the urge to gag.

Swallowing hard, she forced herself to relax. Trying once again, she managed to get the man’s shaft into her throat without gagging. Sliding down further until she found her lips pressing against his balls. Unable to breath, she bounced up quickly, sucked in another breath, and once again deep throated her new prize.

Looking up at Peter, she could see his eyes widen and felt his body tense. She thought of letting him squirt jizz directly down her throat into her stomach. The idea of having a belly filled with multiple men’s cum was on her to-do list, but it wasn’t her goal today. So, as Peter grabbed fistfuls of Dani’s hair, she stopped sucking and popped his swollen cock back out her mouth.

“You’re not cumming that fast.”, she said, somewhat out of breath.

Standing up off the floor, Dani reached around her back, unzipped her leather skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of the skirt, she took a few steps backwards so that Peter could appreciate her undressing. Sheer black stockings accentuated her legs and contrasted her white lace thong. The thong’s gusset barely covered her lips, and the back disappeared into her ass. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she revealed her large curvaceous breasts, pressed against white lace that matched her thong. The delicate gossamer stitching on the cups of her bra did little to obscure the dark skin of her areolas and hardened nipples.

“Do you like what you see, Peter?” Dani asked.

Peter seemed to be struck mute. Dani smiled, and walked towards the bed. She sat down on the edge, and opened her legs so Peter could get a good look at the lace fabric that covered her smooth pussy.

“Now, it’s your turn to take your clothes off”, Dani said.

Peter quickly pulled his shirt over his head. As he kicked off what remained of his pants and boxers, Dani could see his rock hard cock bounce up and down.

Dani patted the bed, motioning for Peter to join her. As he sat down, she reached over, and took his cock in her hand. She began stroking it, while looking into Peter’s eyes.

“I’m going to climb on top of you Peter, and I want you to fuck me. And when you cum, I want you to cum inside of me. Do you understand, sweetie?”

“Okay… I mean… are you on birth control?”, Peter replied.

Without saying a word, Dani smiled and climbed into Peter’s lap, pushing her thong to the side of her vagina to expose her smooth flesh. Eagerly, she lowered her body towards the hard penis. She had been wet all day in anticipation of this moment; fucking a near stranger. Therefore, his cock, even as large as it was, hardly needed any coaxing. The bare head easily found it’s way between her lips and pushed further into her body. Her delicate flesh stretched to accommodate his member. Dani moaned and let her hips settle completely into his lap, his cock buried inside of her. The feeling of fullness was was ecstasy. After a moment to adjust, she began moving her hips back and forth, each thrust becoming harder and more exaggerated.

Dani quickened her pace in time with the man beneath her. The rhythmic bouncing in his lap had filled her mind with lust, and made her face run flush with desire. The pleasure that started as a low throbbing in her pussy was already building to an orgasm.

Just as Dani was starting to forget herself, she felt a second pair of hands grasp her hips. Turning her head, she saw Jack.

“I almost forgot you were here!”, Dani managed to laugh while still riding Peter.

“Peter, lay down, and expose Dani a bit more for me.”, Jack said.

Peter slid out of Dani and laid back on the bed. Pulling off her thong, Dani moved up on the bed and straddled straddled him escort fındıkzade once more. Once she was on top of the man, she unclasp the band of the bra that held her breasts in place. Without it’s support they swung freely in front of her body until Peter reached up to hold them, and pinch her nipples between his fingers.

Dani closed her eyes, and slowly began rocking her hips against Peter’s. As the rhythm increased, she moved Peter’s hands from her body and leaded forward, pressing her chest against Peter. Her ass was now almost fully exposed, even as Peter’s cock slid in and out of her body. From that exposure she felt Jack’s hands spread her cheeks, and press his tongue against her asshole.

She adored anyone willing to play with her ass, for her, the feeling was always exhilarating. Shivers shot up and down her spine as she instinctively relaxed her sphincter muscles. Jack’s tongue drew circles around her hole, plunging in and out, flickering against her anus. She wanted to pull Jack’s hair, and force him deep into her, but she was trapped facing the wrong way, straddling Peter.

The pleasure made her bounce her hips more ferociously. As she did, Jack stopped licking her, but replaced his tongue with two fingers, and her asshole wet with his saliva greedily swallowed them. Stuck between Peter’s cock, and Jack’s hand, she felt her orgasm continuing to build.

“Oh God, Jack, that feels so good!”, Dani exclaimed.

She felt herself taking a third finger. He was sliding them in an out now, albeit much more slowly than Peter was fucking her. Still, the pressure of his digits in her ass while a cock pushed in and out of her vagina was bliss. Better than any of her butt plugs. She buried her face against Peter’s chest, and still wanted more.

“Mmm, hold on slut.”, Jack said while pulling his fingers out of her.

It was then Dani felt the unmistakable feeling of Jack’s cock sliding between her cheeks. With Peter still pumping her, she felt some anxiety as she tried to steady her body. However, without too much difficulty, Jack lined up the head of his cock with her little rosebud and began to slip inside. She knew he wasn’t, but Jack’s cock now felt bigger than Peter’s. The sensation of being filled by both of them was overwhelming. Jack began to slowly time his trusts with Peter. With both men thrusting in unison, Dani’s orgasm was quickly becoming inevitable. She felt herself clamping down around both of them, and she heard them both groaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Dani, I’m so close”, Peter huffed.

“Cum in me.”, Dani breathed heavily.

Within a few strokes of her words, she felt his cock tense inside her body before jets of hot cum began to erupt into her. Dani felt stream after stream of this stranger’s fluid gushing into her. She wasn’t on birth control, and the thought that soon her belly and and breasts might swell started pushing her to the edge. Being impregnated by her young stud made the creeping feeling of an orgasm suddenly erupt from within her. Waves of pleasure rippled through body. Dani gripped her breast with one hand and pressed the other against her clit, while her pussy and sphincter muscles spasmed in time with the waves rippling through her body.

Jack, still sliding in and out of her ass, pulled out, and lifted her quivering body off of Peter. Rolling her onto her stomach, he raised her hips slightly. Dani, the energy drained from her, planted her face into the bed covers and moaned as Jack once again slid his cock between her cheeks. Determined to cum, Jack began fucking her with ever increasing speed. She could feel Peter’s creampie running out of her as Jack’s balls bounced against her pussy.

“My turn…”

Jack’s words trailed off. Groaning, he pulled her hips tight against his body, and released his cum deep into her ass. Dani screamed into the bed with pleasure. Her tiny clenched fists twisted the bedsheets. She didn’t want it to stop. The liquid rushing into her body, lubricating her ass with his seed.

She arched her back and shook her bottom back and forth as Jack slipped out. As he did, she felt more cum gush from her hole. Gazing at her, Jack stood stroking his cock,

“Dani, push out your cream pies.”

Spreading her cheeks between her hands, Dani pushed with her core. Semen from both men noisily squeaked from her body, dripping onto the duvet, and down her thighs. Again, and again she pushed. Each time more cum leaking out of her holes.

“Mmmm… That was amazing. Did you like filling me up, Peter?”, Dani said. She had let go of her butt, and turned her head to look at him.

“Yes… I mean… umm… so… did you want me to go? Or…”, Peter inquired.

“It’s up to you Peter, but we made Dani so dirty. Why don’t we move into the shower to clean her up?”, Jack suggested.

“Oh. Yeah, alright… that sounds fun.”

Dani having had a moment’s respite to recover, hopped off the bed. Walking to the bathroom, she giggled to herself. Her fantasy of being with two men was more than fulfilled, but, even in this moment, all she could think about was how fun it would be to have three.

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Chapter 39 — Jill and the White Hat Hacker

I stood at the front of the room. There were six of us in the room: Harley, my new sidekick in Cyber Consulting, and an admitted ‘white hat hacker’. There also was Bill Morris, the I.T. director; Hank Phillips, the CFO and the man that was Bill’s boss; Nick Walgreen — the head of system ops; Frank Specter — Another ops guy; and me.

I spoke with the computer hooked up to the projector. The slide on the screen was a bland statement about Cyber Consulting Company (CCC) and today’s date.

“Thank you for meeting today. The purpose of this meeting is more of value to you than to me. We think it’s very important for Knightsbridge Manufacturing, too. I’ve been trying to get you take action for two years about your susceptibility to outside hacking, but to no avail.

“My colleague is Harley Palmer. Harley is eighteen and just graduated high school. He is a friend, and I guess in some ways I am his mentor. He doesn’t think so, but he has a knack with computers and he’s very smart. As a bit of a fun assignment for him, about six weeks ago I gave him an assignment to hack into Knightsbridge Manufacturing computer systems and website, leave a telltale sign, do no damage, and then leave. I’ll let him tell you what he did.”

Harley stood up. He was in jeans and a t-shirt from a rock band I’d never heard of. He wore two threadbare sneakers. This was not typical business dress at Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“Hi guys. Nice to meet you. Let me start by showing you the result of my having gone onto your website. Getting in was a piece of cake and I’d never hacked anything before. It only took me about twenty minutes using some rudimentary techniques I learned on the Internet.”

The screen changed to a browser and everyone watched as Harley typed in the website address of the company and hit the return key. There was skepticism in the room that anything important would happen. Up came Knightsbridge’s home page. The main picture on the page was a photo taken by a drone that showed about two hundred smiling employees outside the main building forming the letters ‘K’ and ‘M’ for Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“This is your home page. Do you notice anything unusual?”

The other four men leaned forward. Finally, Bill — the I.T. director — said, “No. Should we see something special?”

“Look at the upper-right corner of the letter ‘M’, particularly the serif. Let me zoom in for you.” Harley started to smile. I was chuckling. We’d rehearsed this, but he was doing so well at it.

As the screen very slowly zooned into the ‘M’ and then into the upper-right serif, the beautiful nude body of Lisa Wallace came into sharper and sharper focus as she enlarged. It wasn’t lewd. It was just a tasteful teenage nude smiling up at the camera like everyone else in the picture.

“There! How’s that?”

“Shit! Really? How long has that been up there?”

I spoke, “Well, it took two weeks to schedule this meeting, so overall about three or four weeks.”

Harley said, “I also gave myself an email account on your server. If you need to contact me, I’m [email protected], like many of your other email accounts. Unlike most of you, I opted to receive the weekly executive briefings about the state of the company. You do need to beef up sales in the western states.

“I also browsed through all the HR records in the company. Bill, I think you’re underpaid. I also found the strategic plan and all your customer contact data, and it looks like you’re already falling behind the projections for sales into the major accounts, so something is wrong somewhere.”

Hank Phillips, the most senior guy in the room, held his hand up. “STOP! You have my undivided attention. How do we fix this? What will it cost us?” He sounded resigned and desperate.

I stood and took the podium. Harley winked at me and sat down. He’d left the zoomed picture of naked Lisa on the screen — the little devil. I launched into the lecture the I.T. guys had heard before about firewalls, passwords, and more. I kind of liked glancing over at Lisa’s hot body now and then.

Harley stood up at one point, and in detail described how he’d found a wedge into the company’s servers. From KM’s point of view, it all went downhill from there. Eventually, we started using some other PowerPoint slides, ending with an Action List for KM.

Hank said, “And you’re not extorting money from us?”

I frowned, “No. Why would I do that? I like all you guys, and you’re good for the local economy. Just fix the things on that last slide and I think you’ll have a more robust security conscious workforce, too. At this point, you don’t even need us to help you. We would like to remain your outside I.T. gurus and network support staff. Please consider all this a gift to KM.”

Hank just looked at the I.T. director and they nodded. He said, “Consider it done! I figure about four weeks.”

I asked, “Are there escort etiler any questions?” I flipped back to the picture of Lisa’s hot teenage body standing at the edge of the ‘M’.

Nick, the lowest ranked man in the room, raised his hand and asked, “Who’s the naked chick on our website’s home page? Does she date anybody?” Everyone in the room laughed, and the meeting broke up. Lisa’s hot little body was still on display on the projection screen.

* * * * *

Crystal was back in the Crystal Blue Photography studio doing a traditional business sitting for a professional woman, and then editing some of the ‘private porn’ and ‘public porn’ videos we’d done, including my work with Elynn. I was helping Carol shoot the love scene with Jill Timms.

Jill was married to Adam, a flight instructor on corporate jets, and she worked at the main city library, mostly as a research librarian. She was the you went to and asked a question, such as I want to know more about dinosaurs. By the end of the hour, you’d know more about dinosaurs than you wanted to know.

Carol was with me rather than Crystal since she had known Jill and Adam for several years, especially while she was a student renting their garage apartment for two years. They never had a sexual relationship until recently, but Carol figured out about their private lives from comments and even peeking into the house when the Timms had guests.

Jill had been an easy sell on doing a ‘mature’ sex video. She understood pornography, the purpose and function it served in society, and much like my wife and other friends, she loved to fuck. Jill was also an expert at dirty talk.

For this particular video, we were mixing young and old — Jill and, of all people, my brilliant and freshly graduated from high school teenager — Harley Palmer.

Harley had done a spectacular job of white hat hacking on one of my occasional clients, and then briefing them with me about what he’d done and how, so the huge hole in their networks and servers could be blocked once and for all.

As a reward for Harley, I explained about the porn we produced, and asked if he was interested. Harley was brilliant and nerdy, and wildly horny. He couldn’t get enough pussy, and that’s saying something because he was a friend-with-benefits with Lisa and Wendy Wallace, and Madison Landry — the other teens that were blended in with all our horny friends. He’d been to several of our parties, and had even nailed some of the older women. He wanted more, and had seen Jill and she actually turned him on. As the expression goes, he had a ‘thing’ for older women.

Crystal had outlined the plot, and then the shooting techniques the day before in a short meeting with Jill, Harley, Carol, and me. We spent time talking about the plot and various scenes.

Thus, earlier in the day, I’d taken a simple iPhone with me into the well-lit public library and taken a running video of young Harley going in with a supposed homework assignment. He went to Jill in her librarian role and posed his question to her, and then she escorted him to the stacks to find appropriate books and materials for his high school term paper.

In the course of pointing out books and areas of research to him, the two touch a lot and there is obviously increasing intimacy between the pair. In the end, Jill returns to her desk and Harley leaves with some books to check out.

By ‘coincidence’ the two meet and the nearby coffee shop and she sits with Harley and they start talking. She asks what being in high school is like, and what his love life is like. He complains about the absence of any love life, and Jill then offers additional services to help him move into adulthood. They agree to go to Harley’s home because his parents don’t get home until late.

The scene we were shooting was in the simplest of the bedrooms in my house. We’d gotten a student desk, posters, and other accessories to make the room look ‘teenage boy’. We had the lights in position around the bed and had wired the place for sound, since Jill was so proficient at ‘dirty talk’. We wanted to capture her lewd and erotic expressions as she said them.

We worked on some hand signals to change position, keep doing what they’re doing with more emphasis, and so on. We kept the signals simple and intuitive.

We started filming with Harley leading Jill into his house and thanking her for a ride home. Things escalated quickly and they started to kiss. He brings her to his room and even shows her his stash of porn magazines and videos. Jill claims she has something better for him.

The two made out as their clothes got discarded, mostly Harley’s. Jill then started a blowjob on the teen and I zoomed in on her talented rendition of his cock disappearing into her mouth. In no time at all he fired off into her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Miss Carter (her stage name), you were just too good on my penis.”

“It’s a delicious cock, young man. escort ortaköy Call it a cock, and you have a great one. Now, let me revive you and we’ll do some other things. Have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy?”

“Pussy? Eaten? I’m not sure what you mean.” Harley was a good actor. He played the role of the naïve nerd perfectly, probably because he had some experience in that realm.

I filmed as Harley pretended to not know what to do as Jill stripped and then spread her legs for him. He was truly awed by seeing her twat for the first time either on or off camera. In this case Carol was on one side of Jill and I was on the other as we captured the look on Harley’s face.

Harley went nearly delirious with the wonderful taste of Jill’s pussy. He raved about how she tasted and how that was the best and he wanted more. Jill removed the rest of her clothes and then the two got on Harley’s bed. She showed him some more about eating pussy and fingering her quim. She taught him about a clitoris and how it gave a woman great pleasure and made her want to come back for more.

Jill sucked life back into Harley, but he was young a didn’t need much help. As I got a close-up from beside them, Jill steered the much younger man’s cock into her fuzzy pussy. He just sank into her as though there was no impediment whatever. Jill acted like this was pure heaven.

Carol and I then stepped the couple through the seven standard positions that are seen porn videos: missionary, open missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spoon, side saddle, and the pounding plank. We got about five to ten minutes of the couple in each position, and then paused.

“You two doing all right?” I asked, as we started the pause.

Jill grinned, “I’m better than fine. Harley, you’re doing a great job and delivering a lot of pleasure to me. I love that we’re fucking together.”

The couple had some water as they sat on the edge of the bed and then Jill fluffed up her teenage lover, and we started to video again. The couple had decided that they like open missionary and spoon the best, so we focused on those two positions.

We got some great videos in each position. Harley then signaled that he needed to orgasm.

Jill started to chant, “Cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy. I want your cum. Pump your jizz into me.” She went on and on, and the words got dirtier and dirtier. “I want your teenage baby makers in my dirty cunt.”

Harley pumped faster and faster, and I watched Carol zoom on the intense look on his face as he struggled to fall over the edge of his orgasm. I took that cue and did the same on Jill’s face. She had slammed her eyes shut and had a combination smile and grimace as she approached her own high. This wasn’t her first of the day.

Jill screamed, “NOW! I’M CUMMING.” Her body lurched forward into Harley’s as he made his final stabs of his large teenage cock into her small mature body. Jill’s breasts shook as did the entire bed. They were cumming together.

The two froze in position, as Harley’s cum surged from his body into Jill’s. They remained that way for over a minute, a point I thought unusual. He finally lay down carefully over her smaller body and the pair kissed and kissed and kissed. I could also hear the murmur of affectionate words between them.

Harley slowly withdrew his cock from inside Jill. I videoed the extraction, and then the immediate appearance of his white man goo from the gaping opening into her small body.

Harley pulled Jill to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor, and buried his face in her crotch to suck up the cum and copious quantity of girl juice that Jill had generated. Jill moaned and then sat up partially to watch the teen clean up her snatch from the load he’d just injected into her.

Jill told him, “I love to eat cum. Don’t hoard it all. Don’t swallow. Bring it to me so I can have it. Snowball with me. Get a big splooge of cum in your mouth and then come and French kiss with me. Give it to me. We can share.”

Harley did just that as Carol and I followed the antics of the pair of lovers. He finally stopped his collection trips to her slit, and the pair were just cuddling and kissing without the added fluids.

Carol signaled to me that we were at the end of the video. I agreed, and so we wrapped up the scene. Carol told Jill and Harley, “We’re through. Great job, especially at the end.”

Jill said, “Yes, I only know two other men that’ll eat cum from my pussy — my husband and Dave. Harley, where’d you learn to do that; you’re number three.”

Harley was sitting on the side of the bed next to the still alluring Jill. “Indirectly from Dave. He did it to Wendy and Lisa — my girlfriends, and they both told me that I had to learn to do that, too. I just consider doing that as part of lovemaking.”

“Well, you can make love to me anytime. That was a stellar experience, and I have thoroughly enjoyed myself this afternoon. I’m still horny, however.”

Jill escort bebek turned to me, “Now that you don’t have a camera in your hands, how about you coming and making love to me. Aren’t you the least bit horny, having watched your protégé plow his teenage cock into my body and then eat me out?”

I sized her up, “I am — very horny, in fact. I will.”

Carol just went to Harley and kissed him. She said, “I’m led to believe that teenage boys have remarkable recovery ability, and that they’re ready to have sex only a few minutes after having an orgasm. I’d like to test that hypothesis, that is if you’re as interested as I am.”

Harley lit up like a Christmas tree. “I am very interested. Yes.”

Carol and I shed our clothing side by side in less than a minute, and then went to our new lovers.

Jill said, “I don’t need any foreplay. I just want that cock pumping love and cum into my body.”

Carol told Harley much the same thing. “Having watched the two of you fucking for two hours has me really revved up. I just want that cock in my cunt. Bury it in there, Harley.”

Carol had taken hold of Harley’s cock as soon as she was naked, and it was amazing to watch his shaft return to its granite like state in only seconds. She lay back on the bed and steered his cock to her slit as he maneuvered over her using both hands with elbows locked to avoid crushing Carol.

I happily watched my fiancée have over eight inches of teenage man meat slide deep into her body, as I fed my cock into Jill right beside the pair. I thought what a decadent group we were.

Later, I blasted my load of cum into Jill and then duplicated what Harley had done with her earlier in terms of cleaning up her vulva and surrounding area, and snowballing the wastes with her. Jill just ate that stuff up.

“I’m a little cum dumpster for you guys,” Jill proclaimed. “Just think of the little librarian with her prim and proper look, her big eye glasses, a pencil tucked behind her ear, and her maxi skirts, sitting at the library oozing your cum from inside her horny body. That’s what I’ll be. Maybe you can come in sometime, and I’ll take you to the store room or stacks and we can fuck and you can fill up my snatch with your jizz, and then watch me return to work with your baby batter running down my legs.”

By the time we finished and showered in the guest bathroom, it was six o’clock. I offered dinner to everyone, but both Harley and Jill made excuses but thanked me for the invitation.

Jill had promised to meet her husband Adam at the airport so they could go to dinner up in Bradenton at some Mexican restaurant that they both liked. Adam had been flying around the countryside checking out a woman getting instruction in a Cessna Citation.

I asked, “Does he ever play around with his female students?”

Jill laughed, “I think this is the first female he’s had in years. A female pursing a pilot’s license is rare, and one transitioning to jets is really, really rare. I don’t think he’s had the opportunity arise. He’d tell me if it had. We’re long past the secrets stage.”

Harley had promised his parents that he’d be home for dinner. He could truthfully tell them that he was with me — his boss for his summer job at Cyber Consulting Company.

We trooped downstairs and just left all the photographic gear in the bedroom. Crystal was puttering around the kitchen, pulling out some leftovers.

After some brief conversations, Harley and Jill left. We all got a glass of wine, and then Carol and I told Crystal about our rough afternoon: we just had to video this hot old-young couple fucking each other’s lights out, and then we were pressed into service to join them and repeat the action. Crystal laughed as her two lovers tried to overplay their hands.

Crystal updated us on how her photography business had gone that day. She’d signed up a ‘pretty woman’, as she described her, for some private porn to surprise her husband on his birthday that would include a threesome with a friend of hers that he had the hots for. I said that sounded like one really good birthday.

I looked forward to each day. The fact that each day had come to involve a lot of sex and lovemaking might have made a difference in my thinking. I talked to Ross, and he was feeling the same thing.

The three of us went to bed after some television and made love. As I dozed off to sleep, I thought how fortunate I was to be in love with two women, and to have the kind of open lifestyle that I enjoyed. I then realized I loved many other women. I started to count them, one by one, but I fell deep asleep…

Chapter 40 — Tara Moves In

Two feminine hands covered my eyes from behind the deck chair I was sitting in reading on the patio of our new home. I’d just seen Crystal go inside, and Carol was in town working, so I ruled out those two.

A deep whisper said, “God, I’ve missed you. I hope you missed me.”

I felt the hands carefully. Somebody gave the side of my head a kiss.

I said, “If I guess wrong, you’ll be greatly insulted and leave, and I don’t want that to happen. The kind of games I’m good at have a hand controller and a game console. I’m an expert at killing trolls, but guessing whose beautiful hands cover my eyes, I’m terrible at.”

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There’s a small town in the Midwest with a picture-perfect downtown Square, a beautiful old courthouse, bustling with residents and tourists — a town featured in a movie you’ve all seen. Many, many years ago the town and its residents were captured forever in a film starring an attractive couple, a snowstorm and a rodent. Years later the town still has an annual celebration of that movie.

This is the town where Liza grew up and still lives. Her life is very similar to that same movie. A ‘good girl’ as the saying goes, married to her childhood sweetheart, she lives near the house she grew up in, where her parents still live, with her devoted spouse and several sweet children. She wakes up every morning, feeds the children, the dog, kisses the husband goodbye as he heads off to the same job he’s always had, takes the sweet children to school, putters around the house a bit and puts in 3 or 4 hours at her ‘job’. She’s bored out of her fucking mind and has lately grown very impatient with her same old-same old life.

Until she meets Chris, that is.

To counter-act her boring life, Liza decides to take up running at night, when her husband is home from his job, her sweet children are asleep and she and the dog head out, pounding out the miles on her new pair of Asics. Liza ran track in high school, but this is different, she varies the 8-mile loop around town every night (can’t be too careful these days, even in a small Midwestern town), but to cool down, she walks the four blocks of the bucolic Square before heading the next few blocks home.

So, one boring yet beautiful evening, around 10pm, the sun long set and the spring air with a bit of a chill yet, she’s walking on the South block of the Square when she hears, “Hey there, does your dog bite?”

Liza looks over at the man sitting on a park bench, she’s seen him before, he’s out there often enough, but he’s never spoken to her before.

“All dogs bite, given the right circumstances.” She answers, fingering the small scar on her left cheek, a gift from a neighbor’s puppy back when she was 6. It was a minor one, not even requiring stitches, but a reminder that all animals are unpredictable. “She’s pretty agreeable though, so maybe she won’t bite you, tonight.” She instructs the German Shepherd to sit and the man reaches out to pat her flank.

“I’m Chris, by the way.” He holds out his hand to Liza, and she automatically shakes it, belatedly thinking that he’s a Stranger, thus full of Danger. “I’m a photographer, my office is up there.” He gestures to one of the old buildings that line the Square.

“Nice to meet you Chris. See you around.” Liza gathers the dog and begins to move down the sidewalk, back towards the safety of home.

“No time to chat tonight?” Chris sprawls on the bench, in that position known to all men; legs splayed, arms draped across the back of the bench, casual, yet somehow deliberate. “It’s such a nice night after all the crummy weather we’ve had lately. Pull up a chair and stay a while.”

“Sorry, places to be, things to do.” Liza answers, “Maybe another night.” She moves on, thrilled at the benign encounter, and somehow fucking turned on by being addressed by this attractive Stranger. He’s not her ‘type’, her type these days being the younger guys she encounters at work, but he’s cute in a dad sort of way.

Because of course, he’s a dad. They all are. Bored dads, just as she’s a bored mom. Bored is another word for ‘looking for adventure’ and she’s not quite sure she’s ready for whatever adventure he’s offering. She’s also sure he’ll be there another night, in the future, when she’s more interested in the adventure he has in mind.

If she only knew…..

Fast forward several months, suddenly the year is half over, it’s late July and the night air is now thick with Midwestern humidity. Liza is leaving the dog at home, in the comfort of the air conditioning that her husband requires, and thus she is now free of encumbrance. She varies her route even more and is grateful for the for streetlights around the Square. As she walks past the bank, she looks up to see the sign telling her that it’s still 80 degrees at 10pm. Her white-blonde hair is up in a long ponytail down her back, her wet shorts and tank stick to her sweaty skin in a most uncomfortable way. She’s yanking at the top, pulling it away from her sports bra when she hears, “Now that’s an interesting picture.”

It’s Chris, on his bench outside his studio, apparently enjoying the hot summer air. Or more likely, lying in wait for her. “Now that’s a creepy thing to say.” She counters him, slowing but not stopping, her mother’s long-ago admonishments against Strangers still echoing in her ears. Arguing with her own need to live Dangerously for once in her sorry, boring life. ‘That’s the kind of shit that gets you killed’ her brain adds, for good measure.

“I’m not a creep, I’m a member of the Chamber!” He laughs, a solid, somehow comforting noise in the silence of the street. It’s not escort taksim really silent, there are people walking from the various restaurants to their cars, others parking cars and heading to the bar on the corner from where the bench is. It just seems that time has slowed, the noise has abated, and she finds herself standing in front of him, too close for her mother’s comfort but in a way that seems just right for Liza.

Chris truly is cute in that dad kind of way, sweaty dark hair curling across his forehead, visible muscles bunched in his arms as he stretches under her gaze. Dark hair on his legs visible under the dad shorts he wears, flip flops on his feet. “Do I see flip flops on your feet?” Liza asks incredulously, “Are we at the fucking beach or something?”

“Nah,” he laughs as he answers her, “They’re comfy on a hot night like this, and it’s not like I have to walk far.” Again, he gestures at the building just a few steps away, where the name on the door affirms that he really is Chris, a photographer.

“Do you live there or just work there?” She asks, not caring that it’s a nosy thing to ask a Stranger. But the answer is important, in a Dangerous way.

“Work.” He answers shortly, then continues, “Photo studio, but there’s a kitchen and bathroom, couch, home away from home in a way. It’s all mine, no wife or kids ever at night. No clients this late either. Maybe you should come up and see the really neat picture of a barn I found out on Bull Valley road today.” His answer is leading, but factual and Liza feels a VERY Dangerous thrill run through her body. She’s been a faithful wife to her faithful husband, but she also fell for the ‘get married a virgin’ trope that her lying church told her as a naive child. She now knows she was foolish for believing it, given her siblings fucked their way through HS and college….and yet the guilt for even flirting with Chris is strong tonight. ‘I’m not ready’, she thinks. ‘Not yet.’

“Cool.” She answers, “I’d like that, but another time, thanks.” She steps back and begins to run, away from Chris, away from the Danger, away from her own self. It’s a comfortable feeling, she’s been running her whole life from anything that would require stepping off the path of straight and narrow, blind obedience to the rigid belief system she grew up learning.

Another month passes, she avoids the Square for her cooldown walk, instead using the streets behind and around it. She’s joined an online chat site, and finds herself chatting with other moms who feel as she does, who open her mind away from the rigidity she’s always known. Plenty of men too, eager to seduce her with their words into meeting them in dark alleys of true Danger. She never left town for college, instead attending the local Community College, and with never having moved away as her siblings did, she’s still cossetted by the confines of small-town thinking and living. To hear stories of ‘real life’ from others, how narrow her life really has been, has her mind fired up with all the ‘good things’ she’s missed out by marrying young and virginal..still having dinner with her parents or in-laws every Sunday, having boring, vanilla sex with her also-virgin husband. Flirting aimlessly with the cute guys at work, with no intentions of ever moving past that.

Suddenly the world seems a wide-open adventure just waiting for her to explore.

It’s no coincidence that the next night she deliberately takes the path that leads her to Chris’s bench. Anticipation makes her run shorter, skipping streets, her heart racing as she approaches the Square.

Of course, he’s sitting there, legs spread, advertising himself, as she thinks of it. He’s chatting with another man, and it’s someone she knows — her Junior year Calc instructor, who happens to be friends with her mother. “Damnit.” She mutters, ducking her shoulders, turning her head away as she picks back up to a jog, hoping to move silently past. Just another jogger enjoying the evening.

That doesn’t happen, as Chris’s sharp eyes are obviously looking for her. He raises his voice and says, “Hey girl jogger without her dog! How’s it going?” Liza’s instructor turns to see who Chris is hailing and he says loudly, “Liza, Liza Thompson is that you?”

“Shit, shit, shit.” She mutters again, turning her head and waving, “Hi Mr. Smith how’s it going?”

Liza picks up her pace and sprints to the end of the block. “Wind sprints, yep, gotta do more of those things.” She tells herself as she gasps a bit, inside her head trying to reconcile her planned encounter with Chris, but instead being rebuffed by running (almost literally) into someone with whom she is well-acquainted. Small town life: fuck your neighbor on Tuesday, it’s the hot topic at church on Sunday and posted on the town’s “What’s New About Town” on Monday.

It only occurs to her later, after her shower when she’s lying in bed next to her snoring husband that Mr. Smith called her escort beyoğlu out by name, and now Chris knows exactly who she is. He can look for her online presence and even find her house. That is some bad news right there, but she falls asleep hoping he’s not a stalker…

Several weeks pass and Liza worries back and forth over continuing the developing flirtation with Chris. Instructor Smith is not in her social circle and he’s hardly likely to mention to her parents over a beer that he saw Liza running on the Square — everyone knows she does. Stopping to talk to Chris would hardly be out of the ordinary, not a night goes by that she doesn’t see someone she knows. And why wouldn’t she know Chris? His kid could even be in her Girl Scout troop since she’s never met more than one or two of the dads in person.

Convincing herself that it’s still at a benign point and that she can avoid him on his bench any time she wants, as she’s done it off and on for months now, that night she puts on some new stretchy jogging shorts she picked up the previous week, one of her non-torn sports bras and a loose tank. Her silky blonde hair in its normal ponytail and a quick swipe of waterproof mascara, she bids her husband goodnight (an early riser, he’s rarely awake when she gets home and being a deep sleeper, never notices when she gets home) and heads out the door. Guilt for even THINKING about going to see the photos in Chris’s studio plagues her for the first few miles. Once she reaches her perfect rhythm, she feels the endorphins spread their good will throughout her body and by the time she hits the Square, she’s grinning and totally prepared to banter with Chris.

Who is………..not there. She can see the empty bench from a block away.

She pauses by his bench, then glances up at his office window. The light is on and his words echo in her mind, “no wife or kids or clients this late at night, it’s all my space”. Looking quickly about to make sure no one she knows is wandering down the street, she steps up to the street-level door that leads up to his office and rings the bell. Before she’s finished stepping back, the lock buzzes her in.

Drawing a deep breath, she pushes the door open and climbs the steps. Apprehension, excitement, arousal all coil in her stomach as she gets closer to the top step.

Chris appears in the doorway as she reaches the last step and says, in a deep and gravelly voice, “Will you walk into my parlor, beautiful jogging girl named Liza?” And Liza knows the point of no return has arrived. Danger awaits.

He offers her his hand and she extends hers to him. Together they walk into what had been a living room a hundred years ago when these buildings housed the downstairs business owners. Long windows reach from the floor to the ceiling, giving the room amazing ambient light and Liza realizes that Chris has turned the overhead light off on her climb up the stairs. It hides his actions from the street as well as hers, and the thought comes into her head, “He’s done this before.” And then he lets go of her hand as he points to the couch.

“You can sit there if you’d like, or we can go into the kitchen and I’ll turn the light on so you can see that picture I mentioned.”

Belatedly Liza realizes that his hand is cool in hers and that somewhere an air conditioning unit cools the space around them. Goosebumps rise up on her skin and she shivers as the drying sweat chills her.

“Cold?” He asks and pulls her closer to him. She doesn’t object and when his mouth touches hers, she presses against him and deepens the kiss. He groans and moves her backwards until her knees bump the couch. Down they go together and he pulls his t-shirt over his head before he returns to kissing her willing mouth.

“Liza, you have no idea how much I have waited for and wanted this.” He whispers in her ear. “When Jim Smith stopped by my bench that night I wanted to wring his bloody neck. And when he said your name, I was delighted that I finally had a name to go with the body I’ve been lusting after.”

His hands slide down her body to the edge of her tank top and he pushes it up, over her bra and touches the zipper on that. “May I?”

With a nod, Liza closes her eyes and lets him remove first her tank and then the bra. “You are so beautiful” he breaths as he kisses first her mouth, her neck and then down her body to the top of her shorts. “These too?” and she shakes her head from side to side, not knowing if she is objecting or even why she is.

“No, not yet.” Liza says. “Please just kiss me again.” And he does. They kiss forever, his bare skin against hers and she could feel his erection against her, pressing against her, knowing that if she said the words “fuck me” to him, he would. But she wants nothing more than foreplay right now and it feels so good, his tongue swirling around hers, learning her mouth, her skin, sucking gently and then harder on her nipples, biting, driving escort beşiktaş her to the point of orgasm against him over and over.

Finally she pulls away, breathless even though she is panting, almost gasping for air. “Wait, please, stop for a minute.”

He is quiet as he rests his head on her chest, his own heart pounding as he feels hers against the side of his face.

“I take it you enjoyed that.” He says wryly, and she can hear the smile with a hint of amazement in his voice. “Do you always cum like that, without intercourse?”

“Yeah, I’ve never needed sex to orgasm.” Liza replies, her hands running through the softness of his hair as her breath returns and she can speak evenly. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready for that.” She lifts her hips against his abdomen, feeling his erection against her leg.

“Not to worry little fly” Chris turns his head and runs his tongue from her lower belly up to her mouth and sucks her tongue into his mouth where he proceeds to drive her out of her mind again for a minute. “We have all the time there is.” Lifting his body from hers with his arms, he moves from the couch to a standing position in a short, fluid motion. “Come into the kitchen and I’ll get you a drink and show you those pictures.”

Liza watches him put his t-shirt over his head and arms through the holes as he walks from the darkness of the living room and into the kitchen, flipping the light switch as he enters. The brightness shocks her eyes for a moment and as they adjust, Chris began to whistle as he opens cabinets and then the fridge. Liza follows suit, more slowly, zipping her bra and adding her shirt over that. She goes into the kitchen, over to a small café table near the back windows of the room where he has a bottle of water and stack of frames sitting on the table top.

“You ok? I get the impression that you don’t do this kind of thing very often.” He speaks kindly, almost gentlemanly for a man who had been ravishing her mouth and body only a moment ago.

“Try never.” Liza uses her own wry tone as she opens the bottle and takes a long drink. “I’ve never been down this road and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” Swinging her short legs over the chair top, she sits down and puts her head in her hands before looking up at Chris. “Tell me this isn’t regular behavior for you either.”

“Nope, in fact I’m living in fear that my wife is going to call any second.” He laughs, somewhat nervously, but with a grin on his face too. “Sometimes she waits up for me, sometimes not. I’m hoping this a not night.”

“Me too.” Liza says, drinking more water and eyeing the pictures. “Where did you take these exactly?”

They discuss the pictures for a few minutes and Liza says abruptly, “I need to go, it’s what, midnight?” She stands up, ready to make her way to the door.

“Yep, and me too. Shall we do this again sometime?” Chris asks mildly, as he comes closer and strokes her arm, then cups his hand under her chin. “No pressure, Liza, if you just want to come up and talk, that works too.”

“Yes, please.” Liza feels brazen enough to lick his thumb, which is resting against her lips. “I want to, very much.”

Chris, whose eyes are on her mouth, leans over and kisses her again, a deep, hard kiss that leaves Liza breathless and definitely wanting more.

“Tomorrow I go back to being a boring mom getting hit on by college kids, this has been…..amazing.” She tells him and turns to run down the stairs and all the way home.

Over the next few weeks Liza stops once or twice a week at Chris’s studio. Every night they make out like teenagers, closer and closer to fucking every time. They also talk. A lot. About everything. It’s the ‘getting to know you stage’ of a relationship that’s not exactly a relationship.

One night they are sitting at the table, talking and drinking when Liza slides off her chair and goes over to Chris. She stops his sentence with a kiss and runs her hand down his naked chest to his shorts, feeling the hardness of his erection against her palm. Her eyes on his, she undoes the button at the top and slides the zipper down. Chris lets out a strangled moan as she urges him off of the chair and slides his shorts down to his ankles, his cock erect against his belly. She fondles him gently, then harder, stroking him as she kneels on the floor in his shadow.

He’s substantially bigger than her husband and she mentions this aloud, a note of amusement in her voice. “You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, all two of them.” She strokes him and then takes the tip of his penis into her mouth, licking, sucking, teasing.

“Holy shit Liza.” And then he is begging with his words, with his body for her to envelope him in her mouth. Thrusting into her mouth, he’s holding onto the table for support and Liza grips him with her hand, content with teasing him with kisses and gentle sucking. Until he goes deeper into her throat, and she pushes back, raking her teeth against his cock as she pulls away.

“Do that again”, he begs and she is stroking and sucking on him, using her teeth gently and then not so gently until he erupts, his cum filling her mouth and running down her chin as she continues to stroke him. Wordless noises come from his mouth and she can tell that it’s only his hand on the table that’s holding him upright.

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While in between jobs as well as having a halt on my writing I started reading my old We All Have The Same Thing series and… I gotta be honest… I fucking cringed at my old writing. This was the first story I ever wrote. I decided to change a few words. A few words turned into a whole rewrite of the story and I plan to do one for part 2. I’m way more proud of this part and I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think and have a great day.

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My name is Robert and I’m a 21 year old male with raging hormones. I have a girlfriend whom I’m taking a break from as I’m currently having inner issues, the most pressing of which is figuring out if my bicuriousity was just a phase or a part of me. Back in high school I had a few girlfriends and we did some oral stuff and I did fuck a couple girls and one of my teachers. But something in college happened and it’s left me thinking about this stuff. As a result of these thoughts my issues have grown into inner dilemmas concerning my inner attraction towards my… well… It doesn’t matter at the moment.

What did matter were the important things in my life. I had wonderful parents, a clean bill of health, savings and the people I cherish most in my life… my friends. They’re all perfect and we all share a love for various topics, from sports to nerd stuff.

One mid June day, after a long day of hanging out with these friends we all decided to start heading home. We were hanging out in the massive ass basement of our friend Alex who was home alone for the next few weeks. His parents were on vacation day one of twenty. It was funny because they were at a couples retreat with my parents as well as our other friends’ parents. Part of the reason as to why we were all very close is due to the fact that all of our parents are childhood friends and grew up with each other. As a result of that we all grew up together and are all very close with each other. But no one was as close as me and my best friend Alex, the one I mentioned earlier.

Alex is 21 as well and we were inseparable. In fact his birthday was two days after mine, a fact I loved teasing him about. We practically were brothers the way we grew up together. As early as our infant years we were always together. From hangouts to sleepovers. From swimming to manhunt. From freshman orientation to senior graduation he and I were always so close. Though due to the fact our universities were both a state away in opposite directions, we didn’t see each other as much starting our freshman year. We did make up for lost time when we could during breaks and summer.

He was always fun and cool to be around but in all honesty he had recently been really annoying lately because he was so damn horny all the time (honestly so was I but I didn’t bitch about it 24/7 like he would). He often talked about how he needs sex and would often go on tinder for quick fucks every other night. Sometimes he would walk the streets in search of some fresh clams. Sometimes he would ditch on something to go bang some hoe. Despite that I do have to admit that I would miss hanging out with him during the semesters and would be a bit jealous knowing those whores were with him and not me. Or maybe it was because I was the only one in the friend group without an easy lay. Two of our other friends have girlfriends and our other friend is gay and has a boyfriend.

Everyone eventually left until it was just Alex and I. We were playing some Halo Reach, doing a private game of slayer. He pulled an alright move on me but to him it was the best thing ever which led to him T-bagging me, or in his case V-bagging me (he always played as girls in games because he claims he’d rather stare at a girl character all the time rather than a guy character. That and he loved baiting horny dudes over Xbox Live).

“Oh fuck yeah noob get flicked on bitch! How do you like the taste of my dick in your mouth?” Alex reamed into me as he mashed the B button while glaring at me with a smirk.

“It’s musky, sweaty, filthy and attached to a gloating loser.” I shot back at him with a grin and eyebrow raise.

“The only loser here is the one getting my cock in his beaten mouth. Suck it and love it slut.” He yelled before riddling my corpse with some pink needles escort merter and walking off to find my respawned ass.

Truth be told though I wasn’t really paying attention to the game anymore, all I could think about were his words and my almost response of ‘Well whip it out then Mr. Winner and I’ll tell you what I really think.’ As I mentioned before I had been struggling with bicuiousity but I didn’t directly say the main cause of these thoughts. As you could probably guess by now I have feelings for my best friend here. But not just feelings of want and sexual desire, but also those of love. Throughout life I’ve always loved him like a brother, but after this past semester I started to feel I love him more than a brother. It’s a love that I don’t really feel with my girlfriend (but I still love her) or anyone else but him. It was the feeling of spending the rest of my life being with and loving someone with all of my heart. And Alex was that someone.

These dreams of mine started to invade my brain daily. I couldn’t get them out of my head. Soon enough, due to this and lack of proper sexual release, I started having fantasies of Alex and I making love in different scenarios. I know I was and still am somewhat straight because I get hard thinking about my girlfriend and other women and titties in general but goddamnit I really wanted Alex and his cock in me and mine in him.

Most recently while jerking off thinking about Alex and I in an orgy of women our other friends popped in and before you know I’m fucking and getting fucked by them too. Goddamn I had a serious problem. What that was was what has been confusing me. Should I finally accept my feelings and slowly tell my friends how I’m feeling or continue to not admit my problem while I cum at the thought of my friends and I in a daisy chain? I honestly don’t know.

What I did know was that I was fucking hard while sitting next to the very friend I wished to suck off till the end of time and that I was so deep in thought I just lost the game. Alex was now humping the air while eyeing me up and gloating. ‘I wish I was the one being humped right now.’ Okay, yup, that’s it, time to go home and beat off.

“Alright fam. You win. I gotta go home and put the trash out in the morning (lie) and get some sleep (another lie). I hope you have a wonderful night bitch (truth).” I said while walking away.

“See ya later cunt. I think I’m going to celebrate my victory with some pussy on Tinder.” Alex said victoriously.

“Of course you are.” I muttered under my breath as I climbed the stairs. I left through the front door and climbed into my car. I didn’t turn it on though. I just sat there thinking of stuff. I had thought about jerking it in my car but I didn’t want to stain the seat and would rather lay naked in my bed and drift off to sleep following a nice long wank.

‘Yeah I’ll do that. Go home and have a nice long jerk session I left my Nintendo Switch in his house godfuckingdamnit.’ I groaned out loud and started making my way back inside.

I walked back in and went down into his basement and saw the main area devoid of people. There were four other rooms down here. One was his bedroom which now had the door closed. The other three were a small boiler room, the laundry room, and the soundproof media room. That room had padding all along the walls and door and was their ‘home theater’ (it was like four recliners, one large couch long enough for four to five people and two love sacks) which we also used for Rock Band and Jackbox games (the games were played on my switch which I left in there).

Assuming that he was in his room I figured I’d slip into the media room, grab my console and head out. I did not expect to open the door and be greeted with the sight of my best friend and crush, naked, on the couch, dick in hand, jerking it to porn on the theater screen. He was just as shocked to see me as I was. He scrambled for the remote and paused it as if that was the issue. The issue was that I was staring at my nude best friend who I was in love with while I had an aching boner that yearned for attention, getting harder and harder as I eye fucked his body.

While we stared at each other and shock I escort zeytinburnu was able to finally see the cock he always brags about. His beautifully hard six inch cock. It didn’t appreciate the interruption and pulsated as it hungered for heavy duty attention and expulsion of the creamy life making substance we like to refer to as cum.

“H..hey Robert… what are you doing back here?” Alex asked while breaking the awful silence.

“I uh…” my mouth was suddenly very dry. “I came back to grab my switch. I accidentally left it here…”

“Oh okay… that’s fine…” Alex said, now unable to look at me while still gripping his still hard dick.

“I thought you were going to search for some pussy?” I said with an awkward chuckle.

“I was but I was just too horny I needed to get off now.” Alex admitted.

“Oh okay.” I said. ‘Why was he so horny all of a sudden? What happened after I left? What do we do now? I should just grab my switch and go. Or… I could offer a suggestion to see how this plays out.’ I thought. Well time to just get this shit over with. “May I join you?”

It felt as if time itself just stopped. Did those words really just leave my mouth? I just ruined the friendship with that. I don’t know if it’s good or bad that I meant it. I stared into his eyes. The look he gave me wasn’t one of anger or disgust, but one of bewilderment.

“You……. wanna join me?” Alex asked.

“Well in all honesty I was just going to go home so I could do the very same. At least at this point I won’t have to wait and who knows, maybe this is a new point for our friendship.” I said while removing my shoes and socks.

“You don’t think this will make things awkward?” Alex asked, not caring that I was slowly disrobing.

“It was awkward the moment I walked in. And besides, we’re men. We all have the same thing. And this is something we know we do on our own. Maybe doing it together as the best friends we are will make this a fun and positive experience.” I said as I BS’ed everything off the top of my head.

Alex processed it for a few seconds. “Uhhh sure why not? I couldn’t imagine this with anyone else but you and this is weird but sure.” He said, with, I think, a hint of excitement in his voice.

I strode over to a spot on the couch that was admittedly very close but not too close to him. I know why I didn’t choose a different spot but I don’t know why he didn’t mention anything about it. I threw off my shirt and slipped off my shorts and underwear, revealing my seven inch hard dick and lay back against his couch.

We sat idly like this for a while, looking around the room, till we looked at each other and smiled with a nervous chuckle. I was totally admiring everything about his body. When I went back to his eyes I noticed they too were admiring my body, focusing very much on my penis. “Soooo you wanna resume the porno?” I asked.

“Uh yes. Sorry.” Alex said as his hand tackled the remote and he pressed play. It was an ordinary porno. Two guys, their boss and his girlfriend are in an elevator and while the mean boss gets a phone call the girl starts discreetly handjobbing the two employees. At this point Alex and I are beating off while watching. Though what helped make this the best jerkoff session ever for me was that I kept stealing glances at Alex’s cock. This honestly felt so natural that even if I wasn’t secretly in love with my best friend I would still do this with him.

I should focus more on the porn than his smoldering johnson. So on their way out the girl gets trapped in between the two elevator doors with the other two behind her and the boyfriend goes to get help. In general porno fashion the girl tease the guys claiming she hopes she is not taken advantage of before fucking smiling and winking at the camera (when did porn become Deadpool?). Typically the guys take advantage of her by eating her out and one guy fucks her, they keep switching from tonguing to fucking, then of course she masturbates while the one guy sucks the other guy off and the-

Wait..,

What?

My eyes were not deceiving me. The guy went from eating her out to sucking off the other guy. Okay so this was not typical porn as I thought… escort arnavutköy it’s goddamn bisexual porn. And it was sexy as fuck. Did Alex know it was bisexual porn when he picked it? Was he still jacking off? Yup he’s still going at it. What the fuck?

“Are you guys doing what I think you’re doing? That’s fucking hot.” The girl in the porno said. “Fuck yeah, so freaking hot.” Alex silently mumbled under his breath while beating. I wouldn’t have been able to hear that if we weren’t shoulder to shoulder right now.

WAIT! When the fuck did we up literally shoulder to shoulder? I don’t remember inching towards him. Did he inch towards me? Was this really happening right now? Did Alex have similar thoughts as I?

The scene evolved into the girl freeing herself and going up and down on the one guy’s cock while he sucked off the other guy who was kissing her and Alex and I were pressed against each other jerking it. I think it’s time for the make it or break it point.

I stopped pumping and guided my hand to his and brought his hand to my cock and then grabbed his. We looked at each other before I started pumping him which made him in turn start pumping me.

This was it. I was finally handjobbing my best friend’s penis as he pumped mine, giving each other wonderful sensations. I stole one last glance at the porno to see the girl riding one guy while he rode the other guy but that was the last of it as I now just stared at the man I was in love with, forgetting everything in the world that wasn’t him and I.

He was moaning now with his eyes closed. Either because he was imagining a girl in my place or he was in utter bliss. He must have jerked off a ton cause he was handling my cock like a pro. He fondled it in different ways from my head to my balls. I was really struggling to not blow my load because I didn’t want it to end or maybe freak him out with my cum all over his left hand.

“Rob.” Alex said while his eyes were still closed.

“Y..Yeah?” I asked.

“Rooob.” Alex said again.

‘Wait, is he about to-‘

“ROBERRRRRRRT!” Alex moaned aloud as he erupted, cum leaking all over his cock, my still pumping hand and the couch. Cum continued to spurt until I was just pumping little beads of cum. At this point he stopped pumping me and fell back against the couch looking dazed.

I can’t believe I just made my bff cum. Despite having not finished myself I said “Are you okay bro?”

He looked at me and then down at my aching cock. Without a second word he slumped sideways, head falling into my lap.

And then. To my utter shock. He wrapped his lips around my dick and started bobbing up and down. My best friend since birth. The one who I yearned for but never made a move because I assumed was straight was now fulfilling my jerkoff fantasy… and maybe his own at this point. I cleaned my hand of Alex’s delicious seed and rested my hand on his head, occasionally rubbing it lovingly.

It lasted maybe about a minute until I was moaning the words “Alex. Bro. You’re about to make me cum. I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t stop.” This encouraged him to Bob faster and suck harder. “Alllllleeeeeeexxxxxxx!!!” I moaned out as I felt him plunge all the way down my shaft while I cummed the biggest load of my life.

I swear I kept cumming for what felt like forever but in reality it was like 15 seconds.

Now it was my turn to fall back against the couch in exhaustion. Alex pulled off and opened his mouth to show me the remnants of the big load I gave him. I gestured with my finger to bring his face closer to me. He did so and I cupped his head and pulled his mouth to mine, connecting them for the first time ever.

We kissed long and hard, swishing my cum back and forth as our tongues danced with each other. This went on for a bit till I felt his tongue stop moving. I pulled off to look down at my boy to see he had slipped into dreamland. I couldn’t help but smile.

I turned off the TV and picked him up, bridal style. I carried him to his bed and laid him down on his side, a smile having formed during the short trip.. As I climbed into bed with him I thought about three things I was now certain of.

I was no longer bicurious. The feeling of love I felt was stronger than ever before. And tonight was the first night in a while I would snooze without a clouded conscience. I pulled the covers over us and spooned him. I kissed and nibbled his neck until the sleepy blackness consumed me as well.

Life will never be the same again. But at this moment… everything in life was perfect.

To be continued…

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